Tom looked pleased at this friendly declaration on the part of Grant, whom, indeed, he personally liked better than Willis Ford, who evidently looked down upon him, and had more than once snubbed him. “You see,” said Ford, adroitly, “that Grant Thornton's old friend testifies against him. I don't think I need say any more except to deny, in toto, the statement of that low telegraph boy.” “I'm no lower than you are,” retorted Johnny, angrily. “None of your impertinence, boy!” said Ford, loftily. “I must say,” interposed the housekeeper, “that this seems a very discreditable conspiracy against my stepson. I am sure, Mr. Reynolds, you won't allow his reputation to be injured by such a base attack.” “Mr. Ford,” said the broker, “I have listened attentively to what you have said. I ought to say that a telegraph boy has as much right to be believed as yourself.” “Even when there are three against him?” “The three are interested parties.” “I have no doubt he is also. I presume he has an understanding with Grant Thornton, who is a suspected thief.” “I deny that, Mr. Ford,” exclaimed Grant, indignantly. “You are certainly suspected of stealing my stepmother's bonds.” “And I have no doubt you took them,” declared the housekeeper, venomously. At this time the doorbell was heard to ring. “Excuse me for a moment,” said the broker. “I will be back directly.” When he had left the room, the parties left behind looked at each other uncomfortably. Willis Ford, however, was too angry to keep silence. He turned to Grant, and made an attack upon him. “You won't accomplish anything, you young rascal, by your plotting and contriving! I give you credit for a good deal of cunning in bringing this boy to give the testimony he has; but it won't do you any good. Mr. Reynolds isn't a fool, and he will see through your design.” “That he will, Willis,” said the housekeeper. “After all the kindness that boy has received in this house, he might be better employed than in stealing my bonds, and then trying to throw it upon a man like you.” “I don't care to argue with you, Mr. Ford,” said Grant, quietly. “You know as well as I do that I didn't steal the bonds, and you know,” he added, significantly, “who did.” “I have a great mind to break your head, you impudent boy!” “That would be a very poor argument. The truth has already come out, and I am vindicated.” “I don't know whether you expect Mr. Reynolds to shield you or not, but, if my mother takes my advice, she will have you arrested, whatever happens.” “I intend to,” said the housekeeper, nodding spitefully. “If you had returned the bonds, I did not mean to let the matter drop, but since you have tried to throw suspicion on my son, who has always been devoted to me, I mean to punish you as severely as the law allows.” “I think you will change your mind, Mrs. Estabrook, and let the thief go unpunished,” said Grant, in no ways disturbed.