"I'll stay out a little longer," said Sam. "Are you going to the theater?" asked Henry. "Not unless you lend me the money," said Sam. "I'm hard up myself." "You generally are." "Of course I am. How can I help it on such a mean salary?" "I don't know what to think," said Henry to himself. "If Sam has the book he hasn't drawn any money on it, or he would go to the theater. Perhaps he is innocent." Sam stayed out late. He did not go to the theater, being, as he said, short of money, but he lounged away the evening in billiard saloons, and it was a quarter past eleven before he got back to his room. When he entered Henry was fast asleep. Sam congratulated himself upon this. He felt that now was his chance to return the book. He might have replaced it in the trunk, but as Henry had thoroughly searched it, he would at once suspect that it bad been replaced. Besides, Henry might wake up, and detect him in the act. After some consideration, Sam put it into Henry's inside coat pocket, and then, undressing himself, went to bed. "I've got clear of it now," he thought, "and whatever Henry suspects, he can't prove anything." The next morning, as Henry was dressing, he chanced to put his hand in his coat pocket, and drew out the book. "What's that?" asked Sam, who had been watching him. "It's my savings-bank book," answered Henry. "Where did you find it?" "In my pocket." "Then, you didn't put it in your trunk, after all?" "Yes, I did." "That's foolish. If you had, it wouldn't have got into your pocket." Henry did not reply, but, examining the book, discovered to his satisfaction that no money had been withdrawn. "You see you were wrong," said Sam. "At any rate, I am glad to get the book back again," said Henry, quietly. "I wonder if he suspects anything," thought Sam. Henry did suspect, but he was determined to verify his suspicions before saying a word on the subject. During the day he managed to get away from the store long enough to visit the savings-bank. He went at once to the desk where payments were made, and, showing his book, asked the clerk if he remembered whether any one had presented it the day before. "Yes," was the answer. "A friend of yours wanted to draw out some money on your account; but of course we did not pay it without your order." "I am glad you didn't." "Then you did not send the boy who presented it?" "No." "I thought it might be so." "How much did he want to draw?" "Twenty dollars." Henry looked serious. This certainly looked bad for Sam. He did not like to think that a boy to whom he had always been kind would so abuse his confidence. "I shall take better care of my book in future," he said. "The boy had no authority from me to draw money." "We saw that the signature was not correct, and refused to honor the draft."