What was to be done with the tin box, was the next question.

“I will take it over to my house,” said Squire Duncan.

“I object,” said Mr. Beane.

“Do you doubt my integrity?” demanded the bank president, angrily.

“No; but it is obviously improper that any one of us should take charge of the box before it has been opened and its contents examined.  We are not even certain that it is the one missing from the bank.”

As Mr. Beane was a lawyer, Prince Duncan, though unwillingly, was obliged to yield.  The box, therefore, was taken to the bank and locked up in the safe till wanted.

It is hardly necessary to say that the events at the cottage of Mrs. Larkin, and Luke’s arrest, made a great sensation in the village.  The charge that Luke had robbed the bank was received not only with surprise, but with incredulity.  The boy was so well and so favorably known in Groveton that few could be found to credit the charge.  There were exceptions, however.  Melinda Sprague enjoyed the sudden celebrity she had achieved as the original discoverer of the thief who had plundered the bank.  She was inclined to believe that Luke was guilty, because it enhanced her own importance.

“Most people call Luke a good boy,” she said, “but there was always something about him that made me suspicious.  There was something in his expression—­I can’t tell you what—­that set me to thinkin’ all wasn’t right.  Appearances are deceitful, as our old minister used to say.”

“They certainly are, if Luke is a bad boy and a thief,” retorted the other, indignantly.  “You might be in better business, Melinda, than trying to take away the character of a boy like Luke.”

“I only did my duty,” answered Melinda, with an air of superior virtue.  “I had no right to keep secret what I knew about the robbery.”

“You always claimed to be a friend of the Larkins.  Only last week you took tea there.”

“That’s true.  I am a friend now, but I can’t consent to cover up inquiry.  Do you know whether the bank has offered any reward for the detection of the thief?”

“No,” said the other, shortly, with a look of contempt at the eager spinster.  “Even if it did, and poor Luke were found guilty, it would be blood-money that no decent person would accept.”

“Really, Mrs. Clark, you have singular ideas,” said the discomfited Melinda.  “I ain’t after no money.  I only mean to do my duty, but if the bank should recognize the value of my services, it would be only right and proper.”

There was another who heard with great satisfaction of Luke’s arrest.  This was Randolph Duncan.  As it happened, he was late in learning that his rival had got into trouble, not having seen his father since breakfast.

“This is great news about Luke,” said his friend Sam Noble, meeting him on the street.

“What news?  I have heard nothing,” said Randolph, eagerly.