Mr. Crabb left the office with the satisfied feeling that he had the best of the encounter..  He would have felt gratified could he have known the increased respect with which he was regarded by the principal as a teacher who could command so lucrative an engagement in the great city of New York.

Before closing this chapter I must take notice of one circumstance which troubled Mr. Smith, and in the end worked him additional loss.

I have already said that Jim Smith, in appropriating his uncle’s wallet, abstracted therefrom a five-dollar bill before concealing it in Hector’s pocket.

This loss Mr. Smith speedily discovered, and he questioned Jim about it.

“I suppose Roscoe took it,” said Jim, glibly.

“But he says he did not take the wallet,” said Socrates, who was assured in his own mind that his nephew was the one who found it on the bureau.  Without stigmatizing him as a thief, he concluded that Jim meant to get Hector into trouble.

“Wasn’t it found in his pants’ pocket?” queried Jim.

“Yes, but why should he take five dollars out of the wallet?”

“I don’t know.”

“It doesn’t look likely that he would!” said Socrates, eying Jim keenly.

“Then it may have been Ben Platt or Wilkins,” said Jim, with a bright idea.

“So it might,” said the principal, with a feeling of relief.

“They said they were in the room—­at any rate, Platt said so—­at the time it was concealed, only he made a mistake and took Roscoe for me.”

“There is something in that, James.  It may be as you suggest.”

“They are both sneaks,” said Jim, who designated all his enemies by that name.  “They’d just as lieve do it as not.  I never liked them.”

“I must look into this matter.  It’s clear that some one has got this money, and whoever has it has got possession of it dishonestly.”

“To be sure,” answered Jim, with unblushing assurance.  “If I were you I would find out who did it, that is, if you don’t think Roscoe did it.”

“No, I don’t think Roscoe did it, now.  You may tell Platt and Wilkins that I wish to see them.”

Jim could not have been assigned a more pleasing duty.  He hated the two boys quite as much as he did Hector, and he was glad to feel that they were likely to get into hot water.

He looked about for some time before he found the two boys.  At length he espied them returning from a walk.

“Here, you two!” he called out, in a voice ef authority.  “You’re wanted!”

“Who wants us?” asked Ben Platt.

“My uncle wants you,” answered Jim, with malicious satisfaction.  “You’d better go and see him right off, too.  You won’t find it a trifling matter, either.”

“Probably Jim has been hatchng some mischief,” said Wilkins.  “He owes us a grudge.  We’ll go and see what it is.”

CHAPTER XXIV.