s
object in view.

Presently his eye lighted on the following:

"Two Hundred and Fifty Dollars Reward.

"On the fifteenth instant, a Tin Box, containing a considerable sum in
Five-Twenty Government and Union Pacific Bonds, was stolen from the
office of the subscriber. The above sum will be paid for the discovery
of the thief, or for information leading to the recovery of all, or the
larger part, of the bonds. JAMES P. WHEELER,

"No. 265 Broadway, Room 10."

I do not claim to have given the correct number, for obvious reasons. Of
course, the address given in the advertisement was accurate.

Naturally, Harry was much pleased at his easy success. He had only to go
to the office mentioned and communicate what he knew, and leave Mr.
Wheeler to take the necessary steps for the recovery of the property.

Should he attend first to that, or to the sale of the coupons? On the
whole, he decided to go to Mr. Wheeler's office first, as the tin box
might be removed at any time, if the suspicions of Vernon or Temple
should be excited.

It was, of course, perfectly easy to find any address on Broadway, and
not many minutes elapsed before Harry found himself before the door of
office No. 10.

Entering--for the door was ajar--he saw a large, handsomely fitted-up
office, with a small room partitioned off at one corner.

In this room sat a man of middle age, with a keen face and a brisk air,
which indicated that he was a trained man of business.

Outside, at a desk, sat a young man, evidently a clerk, who was busily
engaged in writing. It was he who looked up when Harry entered and
looked hesitatingly about.

"Well, Johnny, what can I do for you?" said the young man,
patronizingly.

"Is Mr. Wheeler in the office?"

"Yes; but he is busy."

"He will see me," said Harry, with quiet confidence.

"Will he?" asked the young man, surveying our hero with some curiosity.
"Who do you come from?"

"From no one. I have business of my own with Mr. Wheeler."

"Who is it?" asked an imperative voice.

"A boy to see you, sir," answered the clerk, respectfully.

"Bring him in, then, and don't waste his time and your own in
unnecessary talk."

"Waste his time, indeed," muttered the clerk, who evidently did not
regard Harry's time as particularly valuable.

"Well, young man," said the lawyer--for such was his business--as Harry
entered his presence. "What is it?"

"I should like a private interview, sir," said Harry, glancing at