In fact, the broker for the first time began to think that Grant might possibly have yielded to temptation.

“Can’t you account for the possession of that key?” he asked.

“No, sir,” answered Grant, in painful embarrassment.  “I have occasion to use but one key, and that is the key to my valise.”

“I think you had occasion to use the other,” sneered Ford.

“Mr. Ford,” retorted Grant, indignantly, “you are determined to think me guilty; but I care nothing for your opinion.  I should be very sorry if Mr. Reynolds should think me capable of such baseness.”

“Your guilt seems pretty clear,” said Ford, sarcastically; “as I have no doubt Mr. Reynolds will agree.”

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Ford,” said the banker, quietly.

“I hope you are not going to shield that young thief, Mr. Reynolds,” said the housekeeper.  “His guilt is as clear as noonday.  I think he ought to be arrested.”

“You are rather in a hurry, Mrs. Estabrook,” said Mr. Reynolds; “and I must request you to be careful how you make charges against me.”

“Against you?” asked the housekeeper, alarmed at his tone.

“Yes,” answered the broker, sternly.  “You have insinuated that I intend to shield a supposed thief.  I have only to say that at present the theft is to be proved.”

“I submit, sir,” said Ford, “that the evidence is pretty strong.  The boy is proved to have had the bonds in his possession, he admits that he sold a part of them and has the money in his possession, and a key is found in his possession which will open the drawer in which the bonds were kept.”

“Who put the key in my pocket?” demanded Grant, quickly.

For a moment Willis Ford looked confused, and his momentary confusion was not lost upon Grant or the banker.

“No doubt you put it there yourself,” he answered, sharply, after a monent’s pause.

“That matter will be investigated,” said the broker.

“I think the money ought to be paid to me,” said the housekeeper.

“Can you prove your ownership of the bonds?” asked the broker.

“I can,” answered Willis Ford, flippantly.  “I have seen them.”

“I should like some additional evidence,” said Mr. Reynolds.  “You are related to Mrs. Esta-brook, and may be supposed to have some interest in the matter.”

“What proof can I have?” asked the housekeeper, disturbed by this unexpected obstacle.

“Have you the memorandum of the broker who bought you the bonds.”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Then you had better look.”

The housekeeper searched the drawer, and produced, triumphantly, a memorandum to the effect that she had purchased the bonds of a well-known house in Wall Street.

“So far, so good!” said the broker.  “It appears that besides the bonds sold you had four one-hundred-dollar bonds?”

“Yes, sir.”