"It doesn"t make the least impression upon her."
"What do you think the boy will do?"
"Get her to make a will in his favor, or at least to leave him a large legacy."
Harold turned pale.
"That would be robbing us," he said.
"Of course it would. He wouldn"t mind that, you know."
"He was very impertinent to me this morning."
"I presume so. He depends upon his favor with aunt."
"Isn"t there anything we can do, mother?"
"I must consider."
Meanwhile Luke returned at once to the room of Ambrose Kean. He found the young man awaiting him with great anxiety.
"What success?" he asked, quickly.
"I have got the fifty dollars," answered Luke.
"Thank G.o.d! I am saved!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the young man.
"Would you mind taking it round to the office with a note from me?"
asked Kean.
"I will do so cheerfully."
"Then I shall feel at ease."
"Mrs. Merton would like to have you call on her. She remembered your mother at once."
"I shall be glad to do so, but shall be ashamed to meet her now that she knows of my yielding to temptation."
"You need not mind that. She also suffered from the rascality of Thomas Browning, and she will make allowances for you."
"Then I will go some day with you."
"You had better give me a letter to take to your employer with the money."
"I will."
Ambrose Kean wrote the following note:
JAMES COOPER:
DEAR SIR:--Hiram Crossley called at the office yesterday and paid in fifty dollars due to you. Being busy, I thrust it into my pocket, and inadvertently took it with me. I think I shall be able to be at the office to-morrow, but think it best to send the money by a young friend. I gave Mr. Crossley a receipt.
Yours respectfully, AMBROSE KEAN.
When Luke reached the office, Mr. Cooper was conversing with a stout, broad-shouldered man, of middle age, and Luke could not help hearing some of their conversation.
"You say you paid fifty dollars to my clerk, Mr. Crossley?" asked the merchant.
"Yes."
"Have you his receipt?"
"Here it is."
Mr. Cooper examined it.
"Yes, that is his signature."
"Isn"t he here to-day?"
"No; he sent word that he had a headache."
"And you don"t find the money?"
"No."
"That is singular." And the two men exchanged glances of suspicion.
"What sort of a young man is he?"
"I never had any cause to suspect him."
"I hope it is all right."
"If it isn"t, I will discharge him," said Cooper, nodding emphatically.
"He probably didn"t think I would be here so soon. I didn"t expect to be, but a telegram summoned me to the city on other business."
Of course Luke understood that the conversation related to Kean, and that he had arrived none too soon. He came forward.
"I have a letter for you from Mr. Kean," he said.
"Ha! Give it to me!"
Mr. Cooper tore open the envelope, saw the bank bills, and read the letter.
"It"s all right, Mr. Crossley," he said, his brow clearing. "Read that letter."