"Do you know anything about the box of bonds?" asked Mr. Wheeler, quickly.
"Yes, sir; I know where it is concealed."
"Ha, that is important. Do you come from the parties that took them?"
Harry colored, and looked indignant.
"No, sir," he answered, with emphasis.
Mr. Wheeler smiled.
"I was bringing no charge against you," he said. "I thought the guilty parties might have employed you as their agent--their innocent agent.
Now, tell me how you come to know anything about the matter."
This Harry proceeded to do. As the story is already familiar to the reader, he shall be spared a repet.i.tion of it. It is needless to say that the lawyer listened with earnest attention.
"This is a curious story," he said, "but I see no reason to question its accuracy. I certainly hope it is true."
"It is true, sir."
"Of course, I imply no doubt of your word. Now, tell me, did you see distinctly the faces of the two men who were employed in concealing the box?"
"Yes, sir."
"Should you know them again?"
"I should."
"Did you recognize either?"
"Yes, sir."
"Indeed!" exclaimed the lawyer, who did not expect an affirmative answer. "Who was it?"
"Ralph Temple."
"How did you know him?"
"He lives in a poor cabin just on the outskirts of the wood."
"How long has he lived there?"
"About two years."
"What is his reputation?"
"Very poor. No one knows how he makes his living, though at times he seems to have plenty of money."
"Is he absent a part of his time?"
"Yes, sir; he is sometimes away for a month at a time."
"Probably he is in league with some criminals in the city, and may have an object in living where he does."
"I thought of that, sir."
"Did you recognize the other man?" the lawyer next asked.
"No, sir. It was no one I ever saw before; but I noticed his face well, and should know him again."
"So far, so good. Can you find or lead others to the place in the wood where the box was concealed?"
"Yes, sir; but I don"t think they will leave it there long. Something ought to be done soon."
"Something shall be done. By the way, have you mentioned what you saw to any person?"
"To only one--an old gentleman boarding at my mother"s house."
The lawyer looked annoyed.
"I am sorry for that. It may be all over the village before you get back, and, in that case, your information may do no good."
"Don"t be afraid, sir. Obed Wilkins can keep a secret."
"Obed Wilkins! Does he come from Illinois?"
"Yes, sir."
"I know him," said the lawyer, smiling. "In fact, he is a client of mine. As you say, he can keep a secret. My boy--by the way, what is your name?"
"Harry Gilbert."
"Very well, Harry, your chance of earning the reward offered is very good."
"I did not come here with any thought of the reward."
"Perhaps not; but the owner can very well afford to pay it, and I advise you to accept it if your information leads to the recovery of the box."
"Doesn"t it belong to you, sir?"
"Oh, no. It belongs to one of my clients. It disappeared from my office two days since. The owner is not yet aware of his loss, but I felt authorized to offer the reward. May I count on your further help?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I shall send you at once with a note to a police officer, requesting two detectives to accompany you back. I shall give them instructions, and they will probably go back with you to the country."
"Very well, sir."
Mr. Wheeler dashed off a few lines, properly addressed them, and handed them to Harry.