"Any o' these yours?" he asked the jeweler.
"Can't say as they are, Josiah," answered Aaron Fairchild. "Go on
a-huntin'. Maybe somethin' is in the linin'."
"There is!" shouted the constable, running his hand over the padding.
He found a small hole and put in his fingers. "Here ye are!" he
ejaculated, and brought forth two plain gold rings and one set with a
topaz.
"My property!" gasped Aaron Fairchild. "My property and I'll swear to
it! Didn't I tell ye he was a thief?"
CHAPTER V
FOR AND AGAINST
All in the barn gazed in amazement at the three rings which the
constable of White Corners held in his hand.
"I don't know how those rings got into my coat," said Dick, who was the
first to recover from the shock.
"I am certain Dick didn't steal them," put in Tom.
"And so am I," added Sam. "Dick, this is a plot against you."
"It ain't no plot--it's plain facts," came from Aaron Fairchild. "Go on
an' continue the search, Josiah."
"That's what I'm a-doin'," returned the constable.
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