“I admit it,” said Ford; “but how did they get there?” “Did you not put them there?” “Certainly not, mother. I thought you knew me better than that.” “But who, then--” began his step-mother, looking bewildered. “Who should it be but that boy?” “Grant Thornton?” “Yes.” “Have you any proof of this?” asked the housekeeper, eagerly. “I will tell you what I have found out. I learn that a boy called, on the day in question, at my room and asked to see me. Being told that I was out, he asked leave to go up and wait for me. As the servant had no suspicion, he was allowed to go up. I don't know how long he stayed; but no doubt he had the bonds with him and concealed them where they were found.” “Did you ask for a description of the boy? Was it like Grant?” asked the housekeeper, quickly. “Unfortunately, the girl did not take particular notice of him. I have no doubt that it was either Grant or the telegraph boy, who seems to have been in the plot.”' Now, this story was an audacious fiction, and should not have imposed upon a person of ordinary intelligence; but the housekeeper was anxious to believe her step-son innocent and Grant guilty. She therefore accepted it without question, and was loud in her denunciation of that “artful young rascal.” “You ought to tell Mr. Reynolds of this, Willis,” she said. “It would be of no use, mother. He is too strongly prejudiced against me. What do you think? He has refused me a letter of recommendation. What does he care if I starve?” concluded Willis, bitterly. “But I care, Willis. I will not desert you,” said Mrs. Estabrook, in a tone of sympathy. This was just the mood in which Ford desired his step-mother to be. He was desirous of effecting a loan, and after a time succeeded in having transferred to him two of the one-hundred-dollar bonds. He tried hard to obtain the five hundred, but Mrs. Estabrook was too prudent and too much attached to her savings to consent to this. Ford had to be satisfied with considerably less. “Ought I to stay with Mr. Reynolds after he has treated you in this way, Willis?” asked his step-mother, anxiously. “By all means, mother. You don't want to throw away a good position.” “But it will be hard to see that boy high in Mr. Reynolds' confidence, after all his wickedness.” “You must dissemble, mother. Treat him fairly, and watch your opportunity to harm him and serve me. Don't say much about me, for it would do no good; but keep your hold on Reynolds.” “If you think it best, Willis,” said his stepmother, not without a feeling of relief, for she was reluctant to relinquish a good home and liberal salary, “I will remain.” “Do so by all means. We may as well make all we can out of the enemy, for Mr. Reynolds has treated me very shabbily. And now I must bid you good-by.” “What are your plans, Willis?” “I can't tell you, but I think I shall go West.” “And I shall never see you!” “You will hear from me, and I hope I shall have good news to write.”