I was
thinking that naughty boys who plague little girls often become
wicked men. Now, what do you think?"
Mary did not answer at once. When she did speak it was the result of
deliberation. In a small way she had often tried to help her father
out in solving some of the mysteries that had come up in his line of
work, and now the detective instinct in her was strongly aroused as
Quincy knew it would be.
"Quincy and I both know the young man,--not pleasurably, I'll admit,"
she said, finally. "Everybody thinks him guilty, but we have no right
to join the multitude without cause. He may be innocent. It would be
a double victory to repay an enemy with kindness, and, perhaps, save
an innocent man's life."
"Just what I thought you would say," cried Quincy. "I feel too that
there is a chance that Wood is not the one. But what can we do?" he
continued.
"First, you must go and see Bob Wood's father, Quincy, and tell him
that I am going to investigate the affair, with my father's help. But
tell him he must be quiet about it. If we are to accomplish anything,
it must be done without any one knowing we are interested in the
matter. Father and I will look over all the papers that have reports
of the trial, and, perhaps you had better attend the trial yourself, and
make careful notes, for the papers do not always get things just
straight. Then, I want to see Miss Mabel myself, and see what she
says.
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