She little knew why Jerry valued them, and what a quantity of wealth had been concealed in the soiled garments. With trembling fingers, and features working with agitation, Jerry took the clothes, and began to feel for his treasures. Alas for the old man! His worst fears were realized. The bank books and certificate of stock had been removed. Not a trace of them was to be found. The poor man, for he was to be pitied, uttered a sharp cry of anguish. The clothes dropped from his nerveless hands, and he fell back on the bed as if stricken with a mortal wound. “Help! Help! Police!” he ejaculated. “I’ve been robbed.” “Robbed is it?” inquired Mrs. Hogan, puzzled. “And of what have you been robbed, ould man?” “There were two savings bank books in the pockets. You’ve taken them!” “Well, well, if I ever heard the loike!” exclaimed Mrs. Hogan, indignantly. “So you call me a thafe, do you?” “Give them back to me!” said the old man, imploringly. “I--I am so poor. It will kill me if I lose my money.” “Two savings bank books, indade!” said Mrs. Hogan. “It’s my belafe you’re an ould humbug, you that have always called yourself so poor. And how much money was there in them?” she asked. “I--I--no matter. Give me the books, or I’ll send for the police.” “Go and welcome, this minute, if you please. You ought to know better than to call an honest woman a thafe.” “Somebody has taken the books,” wailed Jerry. “Very likely Paul’s taken care of them for you. He was here alone with the clothes.” “Where is Paul?” demanded Jerry, with peevish eagerness. “He’s at his work, but I’m expecting him back every minute. If he has taken the books, they are all right. Paul’s an honest boy, and a fine boy.” “Do you think he would rob me, Mrs. Hogan?” asked Jerry, piteously. “It’s a shame to be askin’ such a question,” said Mrs. Hogan. “Shure you know Paul wouldn’t demane himself by such an act. But here he is to answer for himself.” She heard Paul’s step on the stairs, as he came up whistling. Directly afterwards he entered the room. “What’s the matter?” he asked, looking from one to the other. “The ould man’s in a great taking about bein’ robbed, Paul,” answered Mrs. Hogan. “He says some savings bank books have been taken from his clothes.” “Where are they, Paul?” wailed the old man. “They are safe, Jerry. I took them from your pockets, and the railroad shares, too, and have left them with a Safe Deposit Company, for safe keeping.” “Are you sure they are safe, Paul?” “Yes, much safer than they would be here. Of course Mrs. Hogan is honest, but other persons might come into the room.” “Bring them back to me, Paul. I want to see them.” “I can if you insist upon it, Jerry. But you are too sick to look after them. Besides, suppose your son should come in some day. He could rob you easily, and you would never see your property again. Shall I show you the receipt for them?” “Yes.”