"Put that in your vest pocket," he said. "It may console you
for the loss of the Waterbury."
"How can I ever repay you for your kindness, Mr. Reed?"
said Luke, overjoyed.
"I have taken a fancy to you, Luke," said his companion.
"I hope to do more for you soon. Now we will go uptown, and
I will put my little girl under your charge."
Luke had dreaded making a call at a nice city house in his
old suit. Now he looked forward to it with pleasure, especially
after his new friend completed his benefactions by buying him
a new pair of shoes and a hat.
"Luke," asked his companion, as they were on their way
uptown in a Sixth Avenue car, "do you know who owned the
box of bonds taken from the Groveton Bank?"
"I have heard that it was a Mr. Armstrong, now traveling in Europe."
"How did he come to leave the box in a village bank?"
"He is some acquaintance of Squire Duncan, and spent some
weeks last summer at the village hotel."
"Then probably he left the box there at the suggestion of
Duncan, the president."
"I don't know, sir, but I think it very likely."
"Humph! This is getting interesting. The contents of the
box were government bonds, I have heard.
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