“Nothing whatever.  In fact, it does not appear to me that any very serious efforts have been made to trace the robber or robbers.  I am left to undertake the task myself.”

“If there is anything I can do to help you, Mr. Armstrong, I shall be very glad to do so,” said Luke.

“I will bear that in mind, and may call upon you.  As yet, my plans are not arranged.  Perhaps Mr. Reed, whom I take to be an experienced man of the world, may be able to offer a suggestion.  You seem to be at work,” he added, with a look at the table at which Luke had been sitting.

“Yes, sir, I am making out some bills for Mr. Reed.”

“Is the work likely to occupy you long?”

“No, sir; I shall probably finish the work this week.”

“And then your time will be at your disposal?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pardon me the question, but I take it your means are limited?”

“Yes, sir; till recently they have been very limited—­now, thanks to Mr. Reed, who pays a liberal salary for his little girl’s board, we are very comfortable, and can get along very well, even if I do not immediately find work.”

“I am glad to hear that.  If I should hear of any employment likely to please you I will send you word.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Would you object to leave home?”

“No, sir; there is little or no prospect in Groveton, and though my mother would miss me, she now has company, and I should feel easier about leaving her.”

“If you can spare the time, won’t you walk with me to the depot?”

“With great pleasure, sir,” and Luke went into the adjoining room to fetch his hat, at the same time apprising his mother that he was going out.

On the way to the depot Mr. Armstrong managed to draw out Luke with a view to getting better acquainted with him, and forming an idea of his traits of character.  Luke was quite aware of this, but talked frankly and easily, having nothing to conceal.

“A thoroughly good boy, and a smart boy, too!” said Armstrong to himself.  “I must see if I can’t give him a chance to rise.  He seems absolutely reliable.”

On the way to the depot they met Randolph Duncan, who eyed them curiously.  He recognized Mr. Armstrong as the owner of the stolen bonds—­and was a good deal surprised to see him in such friendly conversation with Luke.  Knowing Mr. Armstrong to be a rich man, he determined to claim acquaintance.

“How do you do, Mr. Armstrong?” he said, advancing with an ingratiating smile.

“This is Randolph Duncan,” said Luke—­whom, by the way, Randolph had not thought it necessary to notice.

“I believe I have met the young gentleman before,” said Mr. Armstrong politely, but not cordially.

“Yes, sir, I have seen you at our house,” continued Randolph—­“my father is president of the Groveton Bank.  He will be very glad to see you.  Won’t you come home with me?”