uch like the one of Miss Prim. Then I commenced to recall
little things, until I wondered that I hadn't known from the first that
you were a girl; but you made a bully boy!" and they both laughed. "And
now good-by, and may God bless you!" His voice trembled ever so little,
and he extended his hand. The girl drew back.

"I want you to come with us," she said. "I want Father to know you and
to know how you have cared for me. Wont you come--for me?"

"I couldn't refuse, if you put it that way," replied Bridge; and he
climbed into the car. As the machine started off a boy leaped to the
running-board.

"Hey!" he yelled, "where's my reward? I want my reward. I'm Willie
Case."

"Oh!" exclaimed Bridge. "I gave your reward to your father--maybe he'll
split it with you. Go ask him." And the car moved off.

"You see," said Burton, with a wry smile, "how simple is the detective's
job. Willie is a natural-born detective. He got everything wrong from A
to Izzard, yet if it hadn't been for Willie we might not have cleared up
the mystery so soon."

"It isn't all cleared up yet," said Jonas Prim. "Who murdered Baggs?"

"Two yeggs known as Dopey Charlie and the General," replied Burton.
"They are in the jail at Oakdale; but they don't know yet that I know
they are guilty. They think they are being held merely as suspects in
the case of your daughter's disappearance, whereas I have known since
morning that they were implicated in the killing of Baggs; for after I
got them in the car I went behind the bushes where we discovered them
and dug up everything that was missing from Baggs' house, as nearly as
is known--currency, gold and bonds."

"Good!" exclaimed Mr. Prim.

On the trip back to Oakdale, Abigail Prim cuddled in the back seat
beside her father, told him all that she could think to tell of Bridge
and his goodness to her.

"But the man didn't know you were a girl," suggested Mr. Prim.

"There were two other girls with us, both very pretty," replied Abigail,
"and he was as courteous and kindly to them as a man could be to a
woman. I don't care anything about his clothes, Daddy; Bridge is a
gentleman born and raised--anyone could tell it after half an hour with
him."

Bridge sat on the front seat with the driver and one of Burton's men,
while Burton, sitting in the back seat next to the girl, could not but
overhear her conversation.

"You are right," he said. "Bridge, as you call him, is a gentleman.
He comes of one of