“Well, Johnny, what can I do for you?” said the young man, patronizingly. “Is Mr. Wheeler in the office?” “Yes; but he is busy.” “He will see me,” said Harry, with quiet confidence. “Will he?” asked the young man, surveying our hero with some curiosity. “Who do you come from?” “From no one. I have business of my own with Mr. Wheeler.” “Who is it?” asked an imperative voice. “A boy to see you, sir,” answered the clerk, respectfully. “Bring him in, then, and don’t waste his time and your own in unnecessary talk.” “Waste his time, indeed,” muttered the clerk, who evidently did not regard Harry’s time as particularly valuable. “Well, young man,” said the lawyer—for such was his business—as Harry entered his presence. “What is it?” “I should like a private interview, sir,” said Harry, glancing at the clerk, who was hovering near. “Shut the door, and resume your writing, Richard,” said Mr. Wheeler. Shrugging his shoulders, with a disappointed look, Richard obeyed. “I came to see you about the advertisement,” said Harry, coming to the point at once. The lawyer started, and eyed Harry keenly. Could the boy be one of the thieves, or was he merely acting as a go-between? “Do you know anything about the box of bonds?” asked Mr. Wheeler, quickly. “Yes, sir; I know where it is concealed.” “Ha, that is important. Do you come from the parties that took them?” Harry colored, and looked indignant. “No, sir,” he answered, with emphasis. Mr. Wheeler smiled. “I was bringing no charge against you,” he said. “I thought the guilty parties might have employed you as their agent—their innocent agent. Now, tell me how you come to know anything about the matter.” This Harry proceeded to do. As the story is already familiar to the reader, he shall be spared a repetition of it. It is needless to say that the lawyer listened with earnest attention. “This is a curious story,” he said, “but I see no reason to question its accuracy. I certainly hope it is true.” “It is true, sir.” “Of course, I imply no doubt of your word. Now, tell me, did you see distinctly the faces of the two men who were employed in concealing the box?” “Yes, sir.” “Should you know them again?” “I should.” “Did you recognize either?” “Yes, sir.” “Indeed!” exclaimed the lawyer, who did not expect an affirmative answer. “Who was it?” “Ralph Temple.” “How did you know him?” “He lives in a poor cabin just on the outskirts of the wood.” “How long has he lived there?” “About two years.” “What is his reputation?” “Very poor. No one knows how he makes his living, though at times he seems to have plenty of money.” “Is he absent a part of his time?” “Yes, sir; he is sometimes away for a month at a time.” “Probably he is in league with some criminals in the city, and may have an object in living where he does.” “I thought of that, sir.” “Did you recognize the other man?” the lawyer next asked.