"
"You told me that Tag took a drug from one of your vials," Dick
murmured, smiling.
"So he did," nodded the doctor. "Money is a drug in the market---in
some places."
"What kind of places, sir?" Prescott inquired.
"Such places as the United States Treasury, for instance," laughed
Dr. Bentley. "Or the National City Bank of New York."
Then turning to Mr. Page, the physician completed his explanation.
"Money is a strange thing perhaps, Mr. Page, to carry in a vial
in a doctor's drug case. But sometimes, when I've been on the
road, and a long way from home on the day's work, I've found that
I needed money just when I least expected to want it. So, for
some years, I've always had two twenty dollar bills tucked away
in an opaque vial, where it would not be seen and invite theft.
I never told anyone what I carried in that vial."
What Dr. Bentley did not explain, however, was that, generally,
when he wanted extra money, it was for some charitable work the
need of which became apparent when he was visiting the sick and
needy. The generous physician had many "free patients."
Some two hours later, Tag, his father, Hibbert, Colquitt and Valden
started for the county jail in the big Page car. On the way they
stopped at the home of Farmer Leigh, to which Dr.
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