"I tried to get you also on the telephone last night, Mr. Brandon,"
Bob explained, after introductions had been made, "but I couldn't find
you in. So I took the liberty of asking Miss Berwick and Mr. Wilson to
go along with us on the chance that we might round up Dan Cassey."
"That's all right," responded Mr. Brandon warmly. "The boys have
already told me, Miss Berwick, of the dastardly trick that fellow
played on you, and I shall be only too happy to have you and your
lawyer go along with us. It would give me the keenest satisfaction
to see that fellow get his deserts."
Miss Berwick thanked him heartily and the party took their places
in the automobile, which held five persons comfortably and was of
a modern type. That it was speedy was soon proved by the way it sped
along the road under the skillful guidance of Mr. Brandon. A rain
two days before had laid the dust, and the roads were in perfect
condition. In a surprisingly short time they had come in sight of
Lansdale, a little village on the coast.
They stopped at the post-office and Brandon climbed out of the car
and went in. The postmaster eyed him warily, and was at first somewhat
disinclined to give any information, but the sight of the badge that
proclaimed Mr. Brandon a government official unloosed his tongue and
he talked freely.
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