"Certainly; Luke, will you cross the road a minute?
Now, young man!"
"Probably you don't know that the boy you are walking with
was suspected of taking the box from the bank."
"I have heard so; but he was acquitted of the charge, wasn't he?"
"My father still believes that he had something to do with it,
and so do I," added Randolph, with an emphatic nod of his head.
"Isn't he a friend of yours?" asked Mr. Armstrong quietly.
"No, indeed; we go to the same school, though father thinks
of sending me to an academy out of town soon, but there is no
friendship between us. He is only a working boy."
"Humph! That is very much against him," observed Mr.
Armstrong, but it was hard to tell from his tone whether
he spoke in earnest or ironically.
"Oh, well, he has to work, for the family is very poor. He's come
out in new clothes and a silver watch since the robbery. He says
the strange man from whom he received a tin box just like yours
gave them to him."
"And you think he didn't get them in that way?"
"Yes, I think they were leagued together. I feel sure that
man robbed the bank."
"Dear me, it does look suspicious!" remarked Armstrong.
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