“That’s more than I know; but I think the fellows that took the job didn’t get away with any thing.” Mr. Maynard, the proprietor, led the way toward the rear of the store, looking about on both sides of him, evidently anxious to learn the present condition of the establishment. Presently he came to the bag of goods which Wade had dragged in from the back street. “What’s this?” he asked. “I don’t know what’s in it; but I brought it into the store from that street,” replied Wade, pointing to the one in the rear. Mr. Maynard opened the bag, and found it was filled with watches, chains, and jewelry. He looked about in the vicinity of the counters and the big iron safe, and found two other bags, both containing the same kind of goods as the first. Wade had not seen these, for he had not been behind the counters. “Where did you find that bag?” demanded Mr. Maynard. “I brought it in from the back street; but I haven’t seen these two bags till now,” replied Wade. “The store has been robbed!” exclaimed the proprietor with a good deal of excitement. “Where is Steeples?” “Steeples? I don’t know him,” said Wade. “He is the clerk that sleeps in the store,” added Mr. Maynard. “Oh! I know where he is,” answered the boy custodian of the store. “Come this way, and I will show him to you.” Wade led the way to the part of the store where he had put the clerk after he had bound him, and, throwing the light of his dark lantern on the face of the recreant employé, enabled the proprietor to recognize him at a glance. “Steeples!” exclaimed Mr. Maynard, as he gazed upon the clerk he had so lately trusted with all the property in the store. “How is this?” But Steeples made no reply to the question, and closed his eyes as though he could not bear the sight of his employer. “This way, if you please, sir, and I will show you something that is worth seeing,” said Wade, as he led the way to the nearest of the robbers. “That is one of the fellows that did it.” “We know him; but I didn’t think he was up to a job as big as this one,” said the officer of the police, who was one of the party. “Here is another one, sir,” added Wade, leading the proprietor to the other side of the store. “This is Caleb Klucker.” “Who?” asked the officer; and he probably knew the man better than the boy from the country. “His name is Caleb Klucker; and he swindled me out of eighteen dollars.” “This is Crapsy: he is a sneak-thief and general confidence man,” added the police-officer. “But he has as many names as he has fingers and toes.” “But why is Steeples tied up with the rest of them?” asked Mr. Maynard, looking towards the place where the clerk lay on the floor. “Because he fired a pistol at me, and tried to kill me; and he did it when the robber on the other side of the store told him to do it,” replied Wade. “But he thought you were one of the robbers,” suggested the owner of the property.