"It is the original. That was the copy. And
this letter with it is one written by Rollins to a man in New York
City who is one of the minor officials of the Oil Trust. It is too
long to read to you. But from it I gather that Rollins is a spy in the
employ of this official."
"Say, Dad," declared Bob, "this is too much for me. If the Octopus is
responsible for our troubles, then where do the Mexicans come in? And
vice versa?"
"That's what I had in mind, Bob, when I said this discovery
complicated matters," said Mr. Temple.
"Sh," warned Jack, from the window toward which he was glancing at
that moment. He sprang forward to see better. "Here comes Mr. Rollins
now. And in a tearing hurry, too."
Rollins jumped from his horse and ran along the porch to his room.
They heard the door slam, and then sounds of a furious searching being
carried on. The boys and Mr. Temple, gathered around the door and
window, looked at each other significantly.
"Found he dropped his papers and came back for them," whispered Frank.
A moment later Rollins called for Gabby Pete from the door of his
room. The cook hurried to him from the kitchen.
"Pete, did I drop an envelope--a long blue envelope--at breakfast?"
asked Rollins, making no attempt to conceal his anxiety.
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