Luke recognized him at once.

“Thank God!” he ejaculated, with a feeling of intense relief.  “Now my innocence will be made known.”

Squire Duncan was quite taken aback.  His face betrayed his surprise and disappointment.

“I don’t know you,” he said, after a pause.

“Perhaps not, Mr. Duncan,” answered the stranger, in a significant tone, “but I know you.”

“Were you the man who gave this tin box to the defendant?”

“Wouldn’t it be well, since this is a court, to swear me as a witness?” asked Roland Reed, quietly.

“Of course, of course,” said the squire, rather annoyed to be reminded of his duty by this stranger.

This being done, Mr. Beane questioned the witness in the interest of his client.

“Do you know anything about the tin box found in the possession of Luke Larkin?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you commit it to his charge for safe-keeping?”

“I did.”

“Were you previously acquainted with Luke?”

“I was not.”

“Was it not rather a singular proceeding to commit what is presumably of considerable value to an unknown boy?”

“It would generally be considered so, but I do many strange things.  I had seen the boy by daylight, though he had never seen me, and I was sure I could trust him.”

“Why, if you desired a place of safe-keeping for your box, did you not select the bank vaults?”

Roland Reed laughed, and glanced at the presiding justice.

“It might have been stolen,” he said.

“Does the box contain documents of value?”

“The contents are valuable to me, at any rate.”

“Mr. Beane,” said Squire Duncan, irritably, “I think you are treating the witness too indulgently.  I believe this box to be the one taken from the bank.”

“You heard the remark of the justice,” said the lawyer.  “Is this the box taken from the bank?”

“It is not,” answered the witness, contemptuously, “and no one knows this better than Mr. Duncan.”

The justice flushed angrily.

“You are impertinent, witness,” he said.  “It is all very well to claim this box as yours, but I shall require you to prove ownership.”

“I am ready to do so,” said Roland Reed, quietly.  “Is that the box on the table?”

“It is.”

“Has it been opened?”

“No; the key has disappeared from the bank.”

“The key is in the hands of the owner, where it properly belongs.  With the permission of the court, I will open the box.”

“I object,” said Squire Duncan, quickly.

“Permit me to say that your refusal is extraordinary,” said Mr. Beane, pointedly.  “You ask the witness to prove property, and then decline to allow him to do so.”

Squire Duncan, who saw that he had been betrayed into a piece of folly, said sullenly:  “I don’t agree with you, Mr. Beane, but I withdraw my objection.  The witness may come forward and open the box, if he can.”