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240 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. ‘‘That is mere guessing,”’ returned the captain. ‘*True,’’ replied Dick, ‘‘it is guesswork, but I am certain that to examine the contents of those boxes was the meaning of the gathering that morning.’’ ‘“‘When Ransom went away he carried the same bundle with him.”’ “‘And trace was lost of him,’’ said Dick thought- fully, ‘‘that is bad, for I fear the boxes have been made away with.’’ ‘I fear so,’’ said the captain, showing no little chagrin. ‘“‘It was very stupid of my men to let them slip, but I imagine that they disguised themselves, and my men were not looking for that.’’. ‘“Well,’’ said Dick, as he rose to take his departure, ‘“‘the events of the day have justified to some extent my theory, and at all events give good reasons for proceeding upon the basis that Harold Pierson’s claim is a fraudulent one.’’ ‘‘The matter will be pursued with all the skill and energy of which I am capable,’’ said the captain, with considerable reserve in his manner. | Dick waited a moment or two for the captain to go on, hoping that he would indicate what methods he would employ in his farther inquiry, but as the detect- ive did not seem disposed to gratify his desire, Dick bade him good-by and went away. On reaching his office, he found Mr. Stanton’s let- ter. Immediately on reading it he exclaimed aloud: ‘That fellow Moore has gone to see Mrs. Jenkins.” He resolved to set out for Philadelphia at once. Assuring himself that he had barely time to catch the next train he hurried off. While these events were occurring in New York, Mr. Stanton, at Springhill, was wondering over the receipt of a package containing the two boxes filled with his private papers which had been stolen on the revious Wednesday night. There was nothing to indicate from whence they had come. An exemina- Comicbook<s C@© 3