CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
LIGHT IN DARKNESS The expression on General Herbert's face was one of mingled doubt and impatience.
"You must be mistaken, Thompson!" he was saying to his foreman, who had, with the coming of night, returned from an errand in town.
"General, there's no mistake; every one was talking about it! Looks like the police had something to go on, too--" He hesitated, suddenly remembering that John North had been a frequent guest at Idle Hour.
"I had heard that Mr.North was wanted as a witness," observed the general.
"No, they say Moxlow had his eye on him from the start!" rejoined the foreman with repressed enthusiasm for Moxlow.
The general sensed the enthusiasm and was affected unpleasantly by it.
"It would be a great pity if Mr.Moxlow should be so unfortunate as to make a fool of himself!" he commented with unusual acidity.

"What else did you hear ?" "Not much, General, only just what I've told you--that they've arrested North, and that young Watt Harbison's been trying to get him out on bail, but they've refused to accept bond in his case.

Don't that look like they thought the evidence was pretty strong against him--" "Well, they, might have arrested you or me," said the general.

"That signifies nothing." He moved off in the direction of the house, and Thompson, after a backward glance at his retreating figure, entered the barn.

Out of sight of his foreman, the general's sturdy pace lagged.