"Send me!" said the young man. "No, indeed! he doesn't even suspect I'm here; if he did he would raise a row, sure."
"Then you don't believe I'm guilty?" began Jack, somewhat relieved.
"Humph! Nonsense! I only wonder uncle Felix thinks so," returned Mont. "It seems to me that the evidence of a match safe is a mighty slim one."
This was news to the young machinist.
"Why, what about a match safe?" he asked.
"Didn't you hear?" was Mont's question, in surprise. "They found a match safe with your last name on it, in the basement."
Jack sprang up in astonishment.
"Was it a small silver safe, with a bear's head on one side, and a lion's on the other?" he asked.
"Yes; then it is yours?"
"Yes, it's mine. But I haven't seen it for nearly a month," burst out the young machinist. "I missed it out of my pocket, and suspected Andy Mosey of having taken it, though I could not prove it. But I see it all now. Mosey was speaking of revenge up at the bank yesterday morning, and he has done the deed, and used my property to throw suspicion on me."