"But the paper isn't lost," Dr. Hosmer interrupted. "Mary Johnson found it and here it is." With which he drew the crumpled document from his breast pocket and laid it on the table. "You have it again!" Weir exclaimed. "You found it, Mary!" He stepped forward and took the girl's hand in his for a moment. "You're a friend indeed to bring this back to me." "I owed you more than that," she said, coloring. "But Mr. Sorenson has learned about his son and the paper and everything that happened, except Ed Sorenson told him lies instead of the truth," Janet put in. "He's terribly angry at all of us. He said he would kill you for crippling Ed." "Sorenson is welcome to try," Weir responded, with a quick blaze in his eyes. At this point Mr. Pollock interposed. "You didn't finish your story, Weir. Relate for Mr. Madden's benefit what occurred at Judge Gordon's house." This tragic conclusion to the afternoon's happenings the engineer told, though remarking that the company director should be the true narrator. At his announcement that Judge Gordon had taken his own life by poison his listeners remained dumbfounded. "He's dead, then?" Madden asked, at last. "Yes. And the transfer of property made to Mr. Pollock amounts to an acknowledgment of his guilt. Now, I should like to have Martinez read this deposition, for I've never heard its contents myself." This the Mexican did, translating the Spanish paragraphs into English with fluent ease, ending by reading the list of witnesses. Martinez gave the paper a slap of his hand. "And old Saurez was found dead in Vorse's saloon by me an hour after he had signed this," he said. "Draw your own conclusions." Madden shifted on his seat. He glanced at the document and at the others and then gazed out the door at the darkness. "Looks like a clear case; I always imagined if these men's past was dug into there would be a lot of crooked business turned up. But granting that everything is as shown, with Lucerio the county attorney under Sorenson's thumb and the community as it is there's a question if Saurez' statement even will be enough to convict them." At that Janet jumped up, her eyes gleaming. "That is not all the proof, not all by any means!" she cried. "What more is there?" "Mr. Johnson's evidence." "Johnson's!" came in surprised tones from all four of the men uninformed of the rancher's story. "Yes, he saw the man Dent killed and the plotters make your father, Mr. Weir, believe he had done the killing." Steele stared at Johnson dumbfounded. "Just that; I saw the whole dirty trick worked, looking through the back door of the saloon." "Then you were the boy!" Weir gasped. "The boy who looked in! After thirty years I supposed that boy gone, lost, vanished beyond finding."