“You had not parted with them?”

“No, sir.”

“They will some time be put on the market, and then we shall have a clew to the mystery.”

“That boy has probably got them,” said the housekeeper, nodding her head emphatically.

“You are at liberty to search my chamber, Mrs. Estabrook,” said Grant, quietly.

“He may have passed them over to that man Morrison,” suggested the housekeeper.

“I hardly think that likely,” said Willis Ford, who saw danger to himself in any persecution of Jim Morrison.

Mr. Reynolds noticed his defense of Morrison, and glanced at him thoughtfully.

“Mrs. Estabrook,” he said, “I am satisfied that you possessed the bonds which you claim, and I will relieve your mind by saying that I will guarantee you against loss by their disappearance.  You need have no further anxiety on the subject.  I will undertake to investigate the matter, which at present appears to be involved in mystery.  Whether or not I succeed in solving it will not matter to you, since you are saved from loss.”

“Thank you, sir,” said the housekeeper, feeling considerably relieved; “it wasn’t much, but it was my all.  I depended upon it to use when old age prevented me from earning my living.”

“I am glad you are so wise in providing for the future.”

“You won’t let that boy escape?” the housekeeper could not help adding.

“If you refer to Grant Thornton, I think I may say for him that he has no intention of leaving us.”

“Is he to stay in the house?”

“Of course; and I expect him to aid me in coming to the truth.  Let me request, Mrs. Estabrook, that you discontinue referring to him in offensive terms, or I may withdraw my offer guaranteeing you from loss.  Grant, if you will accompany me, I have some questions to put to you.”

Grant and his employer left the room together.

“He won’t let the boy be punished, though he must know he’s guilty,” said Mrs. Estabrook, spitefully.

“He makes a fool of himself about that boy,” said Willis Ford, disconcerted.

“He’s an artful young vagabond,” said the housekeeper.  “I know he took the bonds.”

“Of course he did,” Ford assented, though he had the best of reasons for knowing that Grant was innocent.

“At any rate,” he continued, “you are all right, mother, since Mr. Reynolds agrees to make up the value of the bonds to you.  When you get your money, just consult me about investing it.  Don’t put it into bonds, for they may be stolen.”

“Perhaps I’d better put it into the savings bank,” said his stepmother.

“You’ll get very small interest there; I can invest it so you can make quite as much.  However, there will be time enough to speak of that when you’ve got the money.  Now, mother, I shall have to bid you good-evening.”

“Can’t you stay longer, Willis?  I feel so upset that I don’t like to be left alone.  I don’t know what that boy may do.”