"Just as if there wasn't more than one tin box in the world."
"You never told any one that you had a tin box in your
custody, I suppose, Luke?"
"No, sir; the man who asked me to take care of it especially
cautioned me to say nothing about it."
"What was his name?"
"Roland Reed."
"Do you know where to find him? It would be of service to
you if you could obtain his evidence. It would clear you at once."
"I wish I could, sir, but I have no idea where to look for him."
"That is unfortunate," said the teacher, knitting his brows
in perplexity. "When are you to be brought to trial?"
"To-morrow, I hear."
"Well, Luke, keep up a good heart and hope for the best."
"I mean to, sir."
CHAPTER XIII
IN THE COURT-ROOM
It was decided that Luke should remain until his trial in the
personal custody of Constable Perkins. Except for the name of
it, his imprisonment was not very irksome, for the Perkins family
treated him as an honored guest, and Mrs. Perkins prepared a
nicer supper than usual. When Mr. Perkins went out he said to
his wife, with a quizzical smile: "I leave Luke in your charge.
Don't let him run away.
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