“I remember now! I _didn’t_ put it in the safe! Mr. Boyle handed it to me and said, ‘Put that in Box B., David,’ and I went into the outer office, and Mr. Watkins looked up and asked if that was the Light and Power bond and I said it was and he said, ‘Let me see it a minute’! I gave it to him, and just then Haggard called me and I went back to the outer office. Haggard――he was office manager――kept me busy until noon hour and I forgot about the bond, I suppose. When they asked me later, I was certain I’d put it in the safe. I thought I remembered pulling out the box and laying the bond inside!” “What happened,” said Peaches, “is that Watkins probably stuffed the thing into that top drawer and it somehow got lodged under the splinter when the drawer was closed.” “That’s exactly it!” agreed Davy. “That drawer was always stuffed full. He was like that. He was forever losing things and having to search all through that desk. Funny my forgetting, though! Why, I remember all about it now!” He dropped into his chair and grinned joyfully at Peaches and Barry. “Say, this is bully luck for me, fellows!” he added. “I’ll say so!” said Peaches. He jumped up and thumped Davy on the back. “Gosh, I’m glad! And I’d like to be around when you hand that over to Watkins and Boyle. I’d like to see their faces!” “You will,” said Davy. “I won’t touch it, fellows. You must take it to them and tell them all about it. If I did it they’d say I had it all the time and was making the story up!” “Well,” said Peaches, doubtfully. Then: “Or how about letting Mr. Benjy do it? Gosh! it would tickle him to death, Davy! What do you think?” Davy laughed. “All right, but you chaps must be on hand as witnesses. Why, say, I can go right out now and sit on the front porch! Or walk downtown! By gum, it’s great to have this thing cleared up! Look here: if we telephone to Dad now we could meet him downtown and go to the factory, I guess.” “I couldn’t go,” said Barry. “I’ve got a recitation in just twelve minutes.” “Nor I,” said Peaches. “And we’d need Toby, too. Let’s leave it until after dinner. You telephone Mr. Benjy, Davy, and I’ll round up the bunch for one o’clock. You’d better look after this thing until then, I guess.” “No, thanks,” answered Davy, grimly. “I’m not even going to touch it again. You fellows keep it. I’m going down to tell Mother. Say, honest, fellows, I can’t ever tell you how grateful I am. Gosh, it’s like――like finding a million dollars; only better!” “Don’t thank me,” laughed Peaches. “Thank Barry.” “Don’t thank me, either,” said Barry. “Toby’s your man, for if he hadn’t come in with his old moth――” “Thank the moth!” exclaimed Peaches. “If you can find him!” CHAPTER XXII UP THE MOUNTAIN