OF ISLAM.

"Facts are stubborn things."--ELLIOTT.

Meanwhile Mr. Stuyvesant hasted on his way down town and ere long made
his appearance at the bank. He found Mr. Sylvester and Bertram seated in
the directors' room, with a portly smooth-faced man whose appearance was
at once strange and vaguely familiar.

"A detective, sir," explained Mr. Sylvester rising with forced
composure; "a man upon whose judgment I have been told we may rely. Mr.
Gryce, Mr. Stuyvesant."

The latter gentleman nodded, cast a glance around the room, during which
his eye rested for a moment on Bertram's somewhat pale countenance, and
nervously took a seat.

"A mysterious piece of business, this," came from the detective's lips
in an easy tone, calculated to relieve the tension of embarrassment into
which the entrance of Mr. Stuyvesant seemed to have thrown all parties.
"What were the numbers of the bonds found missing, if you please?"

Mr. Stuyvesant told him.

"You are positively assured these bonds were all in the box when you
last locked it?"

"I am."

"When was that, sir? On what day and at what hour of the day, if you
please?"

"Tuesday, at about three o'clock, I should say."

"The box was locked by you? There is no doubt about that fact?"

"None in the least."

"Where were you standing at the time?"

"In front of the vault door. I had taken out the box myself as I am in
the habit of doing, and had stepped there to put it back."

"Was any one near you then?"

"Yes. The cashier was at his desk and the teller had occasion to go to
the safe while I stood there. I do not remember seeing any one else in
my immediate vicinity."

"Do you remember ever going to the vaults and not finding some one near
you at the time or at least in full view of your movements?"

"No."

"I have informed Mr. Gryce," interposed Mr. Sylvester, with a ring in
his deep voice that made Mr. Stuyvesant start, "that our chief desire at
present is to have his judgment upon the all important question, as to
whether this theft was committed by a stranger, or one in the employ and
consequently in the confidence of the bank."

Mr. Stuyvesant bowed, every wrinkle in his face manifesting itself with
startling distinctness as he slowly moved his eyes and fixed them on the
inscrutable countenance of the detective.

"You agree then with these gentlemen," continued the latter, who had a
way of seeming more interested in everything and everybody present tha