"I think it would, but still he might not be a thief."
"I would sooner excuse a thief. It is certainly disreputable to steal, but it is not necessarily mean or contemptible. Trying to throw suspicion on an innocent person would be both."
Luke remained silent, for nothing occurred to him to say. He did not wish to add to Mrs. Merton"s resentment against Harold.
After a moment"s thought the old lady continued: "Leave the pocketbook with me, and say nothing about what has happened till I give you leave."
"Very well."
Mrs. Merton took the pocketbook, replaced it in the drawer, and carefully locked it.
"Someone must have a key that will open this drawer," she said. "I should like to know who it is."
"Do you think anyone will open it again?" asked Luke.
"No; it will be supposed that I will no longer keep money there. I think, however, I will sooner or later find out who opened it."
"I hope it won"t prove to be Harold."
"I hope so, too. I would not like to think so near a relative a thief.
Well, Luke, I won"t detain you here any longer. You may come to-morrow, as usual."
"It is lucky Mrs. Merton has confidence in me," thought Luke.
"Otherwise she might have supposed me to be the thief. What a mean fellow Harold Tracy is, to try to have an innocent boy suspected of such a crime."
As he was going out of the front door, Mrs. Tracy entered.
She cast a withering glance at Luke.
"Have you seen my aunt this morning?" she asked.
"Yes, madam."
"I wonder you had the face to stand in her presence."
It must be said, in justification of Mrs. Tracy, that she really believed that Luke had stolen Mrs. Merton"s money.
"I know of no reason why I should not," said Luke, calmly. "Will you be kind enough to explain what you mean?"
"You know well enough," retorted Mrs. Tracy, nodding her head venomously.
"Mrs. Merton appears to be well satisfied with me," said Luke, quietly. "When she is not, she will tell me so, and I shall never come again."
"You are the most brazen boy I know of. Why it is that my aunt is so infatuated with you, I can"t for my part, pretend to understand."
"If you will allow me, I will bid you good-morning," said Luke, with quiet dignity.
Mrs. Tracy did not reply, and Luke left the house.
"If I ever hated and despised a boy, it is that one!" said Mrs. Tracy to herself as she went upstairs to remove her street dress. "I wish I could strip the mask from him, and get aunt to see him in his real character. He is a sly, artful young adventurer. Ah, Felicie, come and a.s.sist me. By the way, I want you to watch that boy who has just gone out?"
"Luke Walton?"
"Yes; of course you have heard of my aunt"s loss. I suspect that this Luke Walton is the thief."
"Is it possible, madam? Have you any evidence?"
"No; but we may find some. What do you think?"
"I haven"t thought much about the matter. It seems to me very mysterious."
When Felicie left the presence of her mistress she smiled curiously.
"What would Madam Tracy say if she knew it was her own son?" she soliloquized. "He is a young cur, but she thinks him an angel."
CHAPTER x.x.xIV
HAROLD MAKES A PURCHASE
Harold had been compelled to give up half his money, but he still had thirty dollars left. How should he invest it? That was the problem that occupied his thoughts. Thus far he had not derived so much satisfaction from the possession of the money as he had antic.i.p.ated.
One thing, at any rate, he resolved. He would not spend it upon others, but wholly upon himself.
He stepped into a billiard saloon to enjoy his favorite pastime. In the absence of any companion he played a game with a man employed in the establishment, and, naturally, got beaten, though he was given odds. At the end of an hour he owed sixty cents, and decided not to continue.
"You play too well for me," he said, in a tone of disappointment.
"You had bad luck," answered his opponent, soothingly. "However, I can more than make it up to you."
"How?" inquired Harold, becoming interested.
"A friend of mine has p.a.w.ned his watch for fifteen dollars. It is a valuable gold watch--cost seventy-five. He could have got more on it, but expected to redeem it. He has been in bad luck, and finds it no use. He has put the ticket in my hands, and is willing to sell it for ten dollars. That will only make the watch cost twenty-five. It"s a big bargain for somebody."
Harold was much interested. He had always wanted a gold watch, and had dropped more than one hint to that effect within the hearing of Aunt Eliza, but the old lady had always said: "When you are eighteen, it will be time enough to think of a gold watch. Till then, your silver watch will do."
Harold took a different view of the matter, and his desire for a gold watch had greatly increased since a school friend about his own age had one. For this reason he was considerably excited by the chance that seems to present itself.
"You are sure the watch is a valuable one?" he asked.
"Yes; I have seen it myself."
"Then why don"t you buy the ticket yourself?"
"I haven"t the money. If I had, I wouldn"t let anybody else have it."
"Let me see the ticket."