"Business, my, dear," answered the bank president. "I am
rather perplexed by a matter of business."
"Business connected with the bank, Mr. Duncan?" asked his wife.
"No, private business."
"Have you heard anything yet of the stolen bonds?"
"Not yet."
"Have you any suspicion?"
"None that I am at liberty to mention," answered Duncan,
looking mysterious.
"I suppose you no longer suspect that boy Luke?"
"I don't know. The man who owns to having given him the tin
box for safe-keeping is, in my opinion, a suspicious character.
I shouldn't be at all surprised if he were a jailbird."
The small man already referred to, who occupied a seat just
across the aisle, here smiled slightly, but whether at the
president's remark, is not clear.
"What did he call himself?"
"Roland Reed--no doubt an alias."
"It seems to me you ought to follow him up, and see if you
can't convict him of the theft."
"You may be sure, Jane, that the president and directors of
the Groveton Bank will do their duty in this matter," said Mr.
Duncan rather grandiloquently. "By the way, I have received
this morning a letter from Mr. Armstrong, the owner of the
stolen bonds, saying that he will be at home in a few days.
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