“It is very easy to say that,” sneered John Wade.  “You and Mrs. Bradley were the only persons present when I showed the articles, and I suppose you won’t pretend that she stole them?”

“No, sir; though she appears to agree with you that I am a thief.  I never thought of accusing her,” replied Frank.

“Mr. Wade,” said the housekeeper, “I feel that it is my duty to insist upon search being made in my room.”

“Do you make the same offer?” asked John Wade, turning to Frank.

“Yes, sir,” answered our hero, proudly.  “I wish you to satisfy yourself that I am not a thief.  If you will come to my room at once, Mr. Wade, you and Mrs. Bradley, I will hand you the key of my trunk.”

The two followed him upstairs, exulting wickedly in his discomfiture, which they had reason to forsee.

He handed his key to his artful enemy, and the latter bending over, opened the trunk, which contained all our hero’s small possessions.

He raised the pile of clothes, and, to Frank’s dismay, disclosed the missing pocketbook and sleeve-buttons in the bottom of the trunk.

“What have you got to say for yourself now, you young villain?” demanded John Wade, in a loud voice.

“I don’t understand it,” Frank said, in a troubled tone.  “I don’t know how the things came there.  I didn’t put them there.”

“Probably they crept in themselves,” sneered John.

“Someone put them there,” said Frank, pale, but resolute; “some wicked person, who wanted to get me into trouble.”

“What do you mean by that, you young vagabond?” demanded John Wade, suspiciously.

“I mean what I say,” he asserted.  “I am away all day, and nothing is easier than to open my trunk and put articles in, in order to throw suspicion on me.”

“Look here, you rascal!” said John Wade, roughly.  “I shall treat you better than you deserve.  I won’t give you over to the police out of regard for my uncle, but you must leave this house and never set foot in it again.  It will be the worse for you if you do.”

John Wade and the housekeeper left the room, and our hero was left to realize the misfortune which had overwhelmed him.

Frank arose at an early hour the next morning and left the house.  It was necessary for him to find a new home at once in order to be at the store in time.  He bought a copy of the Sun and turned to the advertising columns.  He saw a cheap room advertised near the one he had formerly occupied.  Finding his way there he rang the bell.

The door was opened by a slatternly-looking woman, who looked as if she had just got up.

“I see by the Sun you have a room to let,” said Frank.

“Yes; do you want to see it now?”

“I should like to.”

“Come upstairs and I will show you the room.”

The room proved to be small, and by no means neat in appearance, but the rent was only a dollar and a quarter a week, and Frank felt that he could not afford to be particular, so he quickly closed the bargain.