"Even if it did, and poor Luke were found guilty,
it would be blood-money that no decent person would accept."
"Really, Mrs. Clark, you have singular ideas," said the
discomfited Melinda. "I ain't after no money. I only mean
to do my duty, but if the bank should recognize the value
of my services, it would be only right and proper."
There was another who heard with great satisfaction of Luke's arrest.
This was Randolph Duncan. As it happened, he was late in learning
that his rival had got into trouble, not having seen his father
since breakfast.
"This is great news about Luke," said his friend Sam Noble,
meeting him on the street.
"What news? I have heard nothing," said Randolph, eagerly.
"He has been arrested."
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Randolph. "What has he done?"
"Robbed the bank of a tin box full of bonds. It was worth
an awful lot of money."
"Well, well!" ejaculated Randolph. "I always thought he
was a boy of no principle."
"The tin box was found in his mother's trunk."
"What did Luke say? Did he own up?"
"No; he brazened it out. He said the box was given him to
take care of by some mysterious stranger.
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