"Riddle? No. I only want to prick that old bubble Crampton, who is so proud of the way in which he can take care of money, and who has always been these last ten years flourishing that iron safe in my face." "Really, Mr Luke Vine!" "Hold your tongue, sir! Wasn't my five hundred pounds--new, crisp Bank of England notes--in your charge?" "Yes, sir, in our charge." "Then why didn't you watch over them, and take care of 'em? Where are they now?" "Well, sir, it is hard to say. They have never been presented at any bank." "Of course they haven't, when I've got 'em safe in my pocket-book." "In your pocket-book, sir?" "Yes. Don't you believe me? There; look. Bit rubbed at the edges with being squeezed in the old leather; but there are the notes; aren't they? Look at the numbers." As the old man spoke he took a shabby old pocket-book from his breast, opened it, and drew out a bundle of notes, held together by an elastic band, and laid them on the office table with a bang. "Bless my heart!" cried Crampton excitedly, as he hastily put on his spectacles and examined the notes, and compared them with an entry in a book. "Yes, sir," he said to Van Heldre; "these are the very notes." "But how came you by them, Luke Vine?" cried Van Heldre, who looked as much astounded as his clerk. "How came I by them?" snarled Uncle Luke. "Do you think five hundred pounds are to be picked up in the gutter. I meant that money, and more too, for that unfortunate boy; and the more careless he was the more necessary it became for me to look after his interests." "You meant that money for poor Harry?" "To be sure I did, and by the irony of fate the poor misguided lad sent his companion to steal it." "Good heavens!" ejaculated Van Heldre, while Crampton nodded his head so sharply that his spectacles dropped off, and were only saved from breaking by a quick interposition of the hands. "And did the foolish fellow restore the money to you?" said Van Heldre. "Bah! no! He never had it." "Then how--" "How? Don't I tell you I watched--hung about the place, not feeling satisfied about my property, and I came upon my gentleman just as he was escaping with the plunder." "And--" exclaimed Crampton excitedly. "I knocked him down--with that ruler, and got my money out of his breast. Narrow escape, but I got it." "Why did you not mention this before, Luke Vine?" "Because I had got my money safe--because I wanted to give clever people a lesson--because I did not want to see my nephew in gaol--because I did not choose--because--Here, you Crampton, give me back those notes. Thank ye, I'll take care of them in future myself." He replaced the notes in the case, and buttoned it carefully in his breast. "Luke, you astonish me," cried Van Heldre. "Eccentric, my dear sir, eccentric. Now, then, you see why I returned you the cheque. Morning."