"Still, it will make the evidence
against Mr. Woodward so much stronger."
"I've discovered that this Nick Weaver was a chum of Woodward's," said
Uncle Enos.
"A chum?"
"Yes. He came from Chicago."
"From Chicago!" I ejaculated.
"Exactly."
Meanwhile Mr. Harrison was examining the statement, which Kate had
produced from her dress pocket.
"I see it all," he cried. "Nicholas Weaver was the man who helped
Holtzmann concoct the scheme whereby a relative in Chicago was
supposed to have died and willed Aaron Woodward all his money."
"I see. But why did he leave the statement?" I asked.
"Because, he says here, Woodward did not treat him right. This
Ferguson or Stumpy was a friend to Weaver, and the paper was gotten up
to bring Woodward to terms."
That explanation was clear enough, and I could easily understand why
John Stumpy had come to Darbyville, and how it was the merchant had
treated him with so much consideration.
"And there is another thing to tell you, Roger," put in the Widow
Canby. "Something I know you will be greatly pleased to hear."
"What is it?" I asked, in considerable curiosity.
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