CHAPTER XIX
“JONES”
“Isn’t that a famous idea?” demanded Mr. Grimes, for the second time.
“I—I am not so sure, sir,” Helen stammered.
“Why, of course it is!” he cried, smiting the desk before him with the flat of his palm. “Don’t you see that your father’s name will be cleared of all doubt? And quite right, too! He never was guilty.”
“It makes me quite happy to hear you say so,” said the girl, wiping her eyes. “But how about the bookkeeper?”
“Who—Allen?”
“Yes, sir.”