Grant put the envelope into his pocket, and hurried to the Exchange. When he returned to the office he carried the bonds to Willis Ford. “Mr. Ford,” he said, “an acquaintance of mine handed them to me to be sold.” “Some one you know?” queried Ford. “I know him slightly.” “Well, I suppose it's all right. I'll make out a check to your order, and you can collect the money at the bank.” Grant interposed no objection, and put the check in his pocket. “The boy's fallen into the trap,” said Willis to himself, exultantly, as he proceeded to enter the transaction on the books. CHAPTER XVI -- GRANT FALLS UNDER SUSPICION In furtherance of his scheme to throw suspicion upon Grant, Willis Ford decided to make another call upon his stepmother the succeeding evening. It occurred to him that she might possibly connect his visit of the evening before with her loss, and he wished to forestall this. “Is Mrs. Estabrook at home?” he asked of the servant. “Yes, sir.” When the housekeeper made her appearance he carefully scrutinized her face. She was calm and placid, and it was clear that she had not discovered the abstraction of the bonds. “I dare say you are surprised to see me so soon again,” he commenced. “I am always glad to see you, Willis,” she said. “Come upstairs.” “What a pleasant room you have, mother!” “Yes, I am very comfortable. Have you had any return of your sickness?” she asked, anxiously. “No, I have been perfectly well. By the way, mother, I have a special object in calling.” “What is it, Willis?” “I want to speak to you about those bonds of yours. If you will only sell them out, and invest in Erie, I am sure you will make in six months a sum equal to several years interest.” “That may be, Willis, but I am very timid about taking a risk. Those bonds represent all the property I have.” Willis Ford's conscience pricked him a little, when he heard her speaking thus of the property he had so heartlessly stolen; but he did not show it in his manner. “What is the date of your bonds, mother?” he asked. “I don't know. Does that make any difference?” “It makes some difference. Those that have longest to run are most valuable.” “I can easily tell,” said the housekeeper, as she rose from her chair and opened the bureau drawer, in full confidence that the bonds were safe. It was an exciting moment for Willis Ford, knowing the sad discovery that awaited her. She put her hand in that part of the drawer where she supposed the bonds to be, and found nothing. A shade of anxiety overspread her face, and she searched hurriedly in other parts of the drawer. “Don't you find them, mother?” asked Willis. “It is very strange,” said Mrs. Estabrook, half to herself. “What is strange?” “I always kept the bonds in the right-hand corner of this drawer.” “And you can't find them?” “I have looked all over the drawer.” “You may have put them, by mistake, in one of the other drawers.”