"Ach," she said depreciatively, "I didn't do a thing but steady you up
a bit. I'm glad I happened to come up and see you. Go tell them if
they're hunting for a thief they're looking in the wrong direction when
they look at Martin Landis! Hurry! So you can get back before they
think you've run away. I'll be so anxious to hear how much the
Mertzheimers have to do with this. I can see their name written all
over it!"
Smiling, almost happy again, the man turned down the road to his home
and Amanda went on to the Reist farmhouse. She, too, was smiling as she
went. She had read between the lines of the man's story and had seen
there the moving finger writing above the name of Isabel Souders,
"_Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin_."