"Do so by all means. We may as well make all we can out of the enemy, for Mr. Reynolds has treated me very shabbily. And now I must bid you good-by."
"What are your plans, Willis?"
"I can"t tell you, but I think I shall go West."
"And I shall never see you!"
"You will hear from me, and I hope I shall have good news to write."
Willis Ford left the house, and, going to the Grand Central Depot, bought a ticket for Chicago.
Now came quite a pleasant period after the trouble and excitement.
Grant found his duties at the office increased, and it was pleasant to see that his employer reposed confidence in him. His relations with others in the office were pleasant, now that Willis Ford was away, and every day he seemed to get new insight into the details of the business. Whether Jim Morrison and Tom Calder were in the city, he did not know. At all events, they were never seen in the neighborhood of Wall Street. Grant was not sorry to have them pa.s.s out of his life, for he did not consider that he was likely to draw any benefit from their presence and companionship.
He was still a member of Mr. Reynolds" house-hold. Herbert appeared to be as much attached to him as if he were an older brother, and the broker looked with pleasure upon the new happiness that beamed from the face of his son.
As to Mrs. Estabrook, Grant had feared that she would continue to show animosity toward him, but he had nothing to complain of. She certainly did not show any cordiality in her necessary intercourse with him; but then, on the other hand, she did not manifest any desire to injure him. This was all Grant desired. He felt that under no circ.u.mstances could he have made a friend of the housekeeper. He was content to have her leave him alone.
After the lapse of six months Grant expressed a desire to go home to pa.s.s a day or two. His mother"s birthday was close at hand, and he had bought for her a present which he knew would be acceptable.
Permission was readily accorded, and Grant pa.s.sed four happy days at home. His parents were pleased that he was so highly regarded by his employer, and had come to think that Grant"s choice had been a wise one.
When Grant returned he went at once to the office. He found it a scene of excitement.
"What has happened?" he asked, eagerly.
"Herbert Reynolds has disappeared, and his father is almost beside himself with grief!" was the startling reply.
CHAPTER XXV -- ANXIOUS INQUIRIES
After a while Grant learned the particulars about Herbert"s disappearance. He had gone out to play in the street about three o"clock in the afternoon. Generally he waited for Grant to return-home, but during his absence he had found other companions.
When his father returned home, he inquired of the housekeeper: "Where is Herbert?"
"He went out to play," said Mrs. Estabrook, indifferently.
"In the street?"
"I believe so."
"He ought to be in by this time."
"Probably he went to walk with some of his companions. As he had no watch, he might not know that it is so late."
This seemed very plausible to Mr. Reynolds.
"Yes," he said; "Herbert seems lost without Grant. He will be glad to see him back."
To this Mrs. Estabrook did not reply. She had learned, to her cost, that it would not be politic to speak against Grant, and she was not disposed to praise him. She seldom mentioned him at all.
The dinner bell rang, and still Herbert had not returned. His father began to feel anxious.
"It is strange that Herbert remains so long away," he said.
"I shouldn"t wonder if he had gone to Central Park on some excursion," returned the housekeeper calmly.
"You think there is nothing wrong?" asked the broker, anxiously.
"How could there be here, sir?" answered Mrs. Estabrook, with unruffled demeanor.
This answer helped to calm Mr. Reynolds, who ordered dinner delayed half an hour.
When, however, an hour--two hours--pa.s.sed, and the little boy still remained absent, the father"s anxiety became insupportable. He merely tasted a few spoonfuls of soup, and found it impossible to eat more. The housekeeper, on the contrary, seemed quite unconcerned, and showed her usual appet.i.te.
"I am seriously anxious, Mrs. Estabrook," said the broker. "I will take my hat and go out to see if I can gain any information. Should Herbert return while I am away, give him his supper, and, if he is tired, let him go to bed, just finding out why he was out so late."
"Very well, sir."
When Mr. Reynolds had left the house a singular expression of gratified malice swept over the housekeeper"s face. "It is just retribution," she murmured. "He condemned and discharged my stepson for the sin of another. Now it is his own heart that bleeds."
Only a few steps from his own door the broker met a boy about two years older than Herbert, with whom the latter sometimes played.
"Harvey," he said, "have you seen Herbert this afternoon?"
"Yes, sir; I saw him about three o"clock."
"Where?" asked the broker, anxiously.
"Just "round the corner of the block," answered Harvey Morrison.
"Was he alone?"
"No; there was a young man with him--about twenty, I should think."
"A young man! Was it one you had ever saw before?"
"No, sir."
"What was his appearance?"
Harvey described Herbert"s companion as well as he could, but the anxious father did not recognize the description.
"Did you speak to Herbert? Did you ask where he was going?"
"Yes, sir. He told me that you had sent for him to go on an excursion."