“Thank you, mother,” said Hale, lifting her hand to his lips quietly; “and perhaps you will kindly tell these gentlemen that, as your son does not care to know who or what the stranger was, there is no necessity for opening the letter, or keeping Mr. Stanner a moment longer.”

“But you will oblige me, John, by opening it before these gentlemen,” said Mrs. Hale recovering her voice and color.  “Please to follow me,” she said preceding them to the staircase.

They entered Mr. Hale’s room, now restored to its original condition.  On the table lay a letter and a small package.  The eyes of Mr. Stanner, a little abashed by the attitude of the two women, fastened upon it and glistened.

Josephine handed her husband the letter.  He opened it in breathless silence and read—­

“John Hale,

“We owe you no return for voluntarily making yourself a champion of justice and pursuing us, except it was to offer you a fair field and no favor.  We didn’t get that much from you, but accident brought us into your house and into your family, where we did get it, and were fairly vanquished.  To the victors belong the spoils.  We leave the package of greenbacks which we took from Colonel Clinch in the Sierra coach, but which was first stolen by Harkins from forty-four shareholders of the Excelsior Ditch.  We have no right to say what you should do with it, but if you aren’t tired of following the same line of justice that induced you to run after us, you will try to restore it to its rightful owners.

“We leave you another trifle as an evidence that our intrusion into your affairs was not without some service to you, even if the service was as accidental as the intrusion.  You will find a pair of boots in the corner of your closet.  They were taken from the burglarious feet of Manuel, your peon, who, believing the three ladies were alone and at his mercy, entered your house with an accomplice at two o’clock on the morning of the 21st, and was kicked out by

“Your obedient servants,

“George Lee & Edward Falkner”

Hale’s voice and color changed on reading this last paragraph.  He turned quickly towards his wife; Kate flew to the closet, where the muffled boots of Manuel confronted them.  “We never knew it.  I always suspected something that night,” said Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Scott in the same breath.

“That’s all very well, and like George Lee’s high falutin’,” said Stanner, approaching the table, “but as long ez the greenbacks are here he can make what capital he likes outer Manuel.  I’ll trouble you to pass over that package.”

“Excuse me,” said Hale, “but I believe this is the package taken from Colonel Clinch.  Is it not?” he added, appealing to the Colonel.

“It is,” said Clinch.

“Then take it,” said Hale, handing him the package.  “The first restitution is to you, but I believe you will fulfil Lee’s instructions as well as myself.”