“Harry Collins.”
“Well, Collins, how long do you think it will be before it is discovered that you have taken this money?”
“It may be discovered to-morrow; it may not be discovered for a week.”
Frank took a card-case from his pocket, removed a card and wrote on the back of it with a lead-pencil.
“There is my address,” he said. “Come to me to-morrow at one o’clock.”
“But you—you—what will you do? You can’t do——”
“I hope to be able to save you from the consequences of your folly. I have asked you only a few questions about yourself, because I do not wish to pry into your private affairs. For your mother’s sake, and in the hope that you have learned the lesson of your folly, I am going to do all I can for you.”
The youth shook his head.
“It’s a trick!” he said. “It’s a trick to get me out of this place. I’ll not find you when I call.”
Frank flushed.