"Can't use any sas'frass roots，can ye？""No，indeed；all we cravec is the 'Lives of the Saints.'""Don't want to buy no land？""What have you got to sell？""Nuth'n，jest now.But ef ye'll buy I kin git 'most anything.""Don't go to any trouble on our account，sir；we are quitecontent with our splendid farm.""Shoo！Thet ain't no good.""Captain Wegg thought it was，"answered Louise，quickly seizing this opening."Otherwise he would not have built so good a house upon it.""The Cap'n were plumba crazy，"declared the agent，emphaticallyb."He didn't want ter farm when he come here；he jest wanted to hide."The girls exchanged quick glances of intelligence."Why？""Why？"repeated McNutt."Thet's a thing what's puzzled us fer years，miss.Some thinks Wegg were a piret；some thinks he kidnaped thet pretty wife o'his'n an'took her money；some thinks he tried to rob ol'Will Thompson，an'Will killed him an'then went crazy hisself.There's all sorts o'thinks goin''round；but who knows？""Don't you，Mr.McNutt？"The agent was ？attered by the question.As he had said，the Weggs had formed the chief topic of conversation in Millville for years，and no one had a more vivid interest in their history than Marshall McMahon McNutt.He enjoyedgossiping about the Weggs almost as much as he did selling books.
"I never thought I had no call to stick my nose inter other folkses privit doin's，"he said，after a few puffs at the corncob pipe."But they kain't hide much from Marsh McNutt，when he has his eyes open."Patsy wondered if he could possibly close them.The eyelids seemed to be shy and retiring.
"I seen what I seen，"continued the little man，glancingimpressively at his attentive audience."I seen Cap'n Wegg livin'without workin'，fer he never lifted a hand to do even a chore.I seen him jest settin''round an'smokin'his pipe an'a glowerin'like a devil on ev'ryone thet come near.Say，once he ordered me off 'n his premises—me！""What a dreadful man，"said Patsy."Did he buy any 'Livesof the Saints？'""Not a Life.He made poor Ol'Hucks fetch an'carry fer him ev'ry blessid minnit，an'never paid him no wages.""Are you sure？"asked Louise.
"Sure as shootin'.Hucks hain't never been seen to spend a cent in all the years he's been here.""Hasn't he sold berries and fruit since the Captain's death？""Jest 'nough to pay the taxes，which ain't much.Ye see，young Joe were away an'couldn't raise the tax money，so Ol'Hucks had to.But how they got enough ter live on，him an'Nora，beats me.""Perhaps Captain Wegg left some money，"suggested Patsy.
"No；when Joe an'Hucks ransacked the house arter theCap'n's death they couldn't find a dollar.Cur'ous.Plenty o'money till he died，'n'then not a red cent.Curiouser yet.Ol'Will Thompson's savin's dis'peared，too，an'never could be located to this day.""Were they robbed，do you suppose？"asked Louise.
"Nat'rally.But who done it？Not Ol'Hucks，fer he's too honest，an'hasn't showed the color of a nickel sense.Not Joe；'cause he had to borrer ？ve dollars of Bob West to git to the city with.Who then？""Perhaps，"said Louise，slowly，"some burglar did it.""Ain't no burglers 'round these parts.""I suppose not.Only book agents，"remarked Beth.
McNutt ？ushed.
"Do ye mean as I did it？"he demanded，angrily."Do ye mean as I killed Cap'n Wegg an'druv ol'Will crazy，an'robbed the house？"His features were fairly contorteda，and his colorless eyes rolled fearfully.
"If you did，"said Beth，coolly，"you would be sure todeny it.""I kin prove a alybi，"answered the little man，calming down somewhat."I kin prove my ol'woman had me lockedup in the chicken—coop thet night 'cause I wouldn't split a lot o'cordwood thet were full o'knots."He cast a half fearful glance over his shoulder toward the interior of the cottage."Next day I split 'em，"he added，mildly.
"Perhaps，"said Louise，again，"someone who knewCaptain Wegg in the days before he came here followed him to his retreat and robbed and murdered him.""Now ye've hit the nail on the heada！"cried the agent，slapping his fat thigh energetically."Thet's what I allus claimed，even when Bob West jest shook his head an'smiled sort o'superior like.""Who is Bob West？"asked Louise，with interest.
"He's our implement man，an'hardware dealer.Bob were the on'y one o'the Millville folks thet could git along with Cap'n Wegg，an'even he didn't manage to be any special friend.Bob's rich，ye know.Rich as blazes.Folks do say he's wuth ten thousan'dollars；but it don't set Bob up any.He jest minds his business an'goes on sellin'plows an'harvesters to the farmers an'takin'notes fer 'em.""And you say he knew Captain Wegg well？"inquiredPatsy.
"Better 'n'most folks 'round here did.Once er twicet a year the Cap'n 'd go to Bob's of？ce an'set around an'smoke his pipe.Sometimes Bob would go to the farm an'spend an'ev'nin'；but not often.Ol'Will Thompson might be said to be the on'yfriend the Cap'n really hankered fer.""I'd like to meet Mr.West，"said Louise，casting a shrewd look at her cousins.For here was another clue unearthed.
"He's in his store now."remarked McNutt，"Last buildin'
on the left.Ye can't miss it."
"Thank you.Good morning，sir."
"Can't use any buttermilk er Dutch cheese？""No，thank you."McNutt stared after them disconsolatelya.These girls re—presented so much money that ought to be in his pockets，and they were，moreover，"innercent as turtle doves"；but he could think of no way to pluck their golden quills or even to arrest their ？ight.
"Well，let 'em go，"he muttered."This thing ain't endedyit."