Ralph had said nothing more to him concerning his suspicions, but they were frequently in his mind. He never lost sight of his father's disappearance. He was for ever keeping his eyes open for anything that might put him on the right track. But Mr. St. Clive's remark that he might perhaps be the means of harming a man who had never harmed him or his, made him very careful about saying or doing anything. Something was worrying Charlton, that he could plainly see; but since the boy did not say anything to him, he hesitated to try and force his confidence in any way. So he worked with Charlton; and sometimes Warren would pop in and ask him how he got on, or compare notes with him. And Warren confessed that he had been influenced by Ralph's words, and that he was working on what he called "the square," which meant that he was doing without cribs and keys. And when particularly knotty points occurred, Ralph would carry his books away and consult Mr. Delermain; and the master helped, and advised, and praised him, and spoke very encouragingly of his progress and his chances. "There is nothing to beat honest, hard work, Rexworth," he said one evening, as the lad sat in his room. "What you gain unfairly, you soon lose; but what you learn honestly, that you hold, and it serves as a foundation to build other knowledge upon." "I do not know how to thank you enough, sir," the lad answered, and Mr. Delermain smiled. "The fact that I see you working honestly, is more than reward for me, Rexworth. Now if there is nothing more, run away, for I have some letters to write." Ralph rose, and as he did so, in gathering up his books he knocked a piece of thin paper on to the ground from off the table. He stooped with an apology and picked it up. He could not help seeing what it was--a five-pound note--and he handed it to his master, who took it and placed it on his desk. "Thank you, Rexworth. Do not forget to come to me at once, if you want any more help." Charlton awaited him in their study, and the lad seemed but ill at ease. He looked at Ralph doubtfully for a while; and, at last, said timidly-- "Rexworth, I hope that you won't be angry, but could you--that is, I mean, will you----" "Out with it, old fellow," laughed Ralph. "Will I what?" "Lend me some money. I am without any, and I want some----" "I can lend you ten shillings, if that is any good," answered Ralph readily. And Charlton beamed. "Will you? Oh, I am obliged! I will pay you back soon. I shall have a little money in a few weeks." "That is all right. Here you are," and Ralph handed him the money, and turned back to his task again. [Illustration: "'THAT IS ALL RIGHT. HERE YOU ARE,' AND RALPH HANDED HIM THE MONEY." p 110.] But now he could not work. He wondered what Charlton wanted the money for, and where he was going to get any more to pay him again. Somehow the sums seemed to get muddled; and he jumped up at last, with an exclamation of annoyance--