replied Mr. Sumner, rather sharply. He
did not like the way Mr. Allen criticised his action.
"Yes, but still, it might have been----"
"But it was not," interrupted Mr. Sumner, dryly. "And as we are to
separate on the first of the year, Allen, the least said on that score
the better."
"Well, just as you say," returned Mr. Allen, stiffly. "I hope you get
your bonds back, that's all."
"So do I," added Hardwick. "I don't want the least shadow hanging over
my name."
Mr. Sumner began to walk up and down the office uneasily. He was in a
terrible state of mind. The loss of the bonds might mean utter ruin.
He hesitated and looked at Hal. The youth noticed it, and springing
forward, caught him by the arm.
"Mr. Sumner, tell me you do not believe me guilty," he cried, with a
curious lump rising in his throat.
"Hal, I believe you innocent," returned the elderly broker.
In after years the man looked back at those words. What had led him to
utter them? Let the reader wait, and perhaps he will be able to reason
the matter out.
Mr. Allen sneered at the words, and Hardwick's lip curled.
The youth noticed neither of them. The tears stood in his eyes, as he
replied:
"Thank you for saying that, Mr. Sumner," he returned, in a low voice. "I
may be nothing but a poor-house boy, but I am honest, and will help you
get back your bonds, and prove my innocence to the world."
Again Mr. Allen's sneer was heard, and Hardwick's lip curled, even more
than before. Neither Mr. Sumner nor Hal paid any attention to either of
them. The broker stepped to the telephone.
"Who are you going to summon?" asked Mr. Allen.
"The chief of the police department."
"That's right."
The proper connection was obtained, and a long conversation ensued over
the wires. At length Mr. Sumner closed the instrument.
"A couple of detectives will be here in ten minutes," he said. "The
chief says they are now with him and have nothing on hand to do."
Hal listened to this statement with interest. He had often heard of
detectives, but had never seen such a personage.
Mr. Sumner continued to walk up and down. Hal watched him, the youth's
heart beating rapidly.
The clock hands moved slowly, but at last twelve minutes had passed.
Then two young men entered. They were very ordinary looking individuals,
and Hal was somewhat disappointed in their appearance.
"We were sent here by the chief," explained one as he entered. "My name
is Harry P
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