"You have had several narrow escapes, my boy," cried the old broker, shuddering. "You must be more careful, really you must."
"I think we have about reached the end of the matter," returned Hal.
"Why, what do you mean? The tin box——"
"I have an idea Hardwick, Allen, and the others intend to come to some sort of a settlement to-morrow, either at the old house, or at the office in Broad Street. This Samuels is about to take some of the bonds to Chicago, and we must be on hand to stop the scheme."
"You are right, Hal, and mighty smart. What do you propose? You have done so well thus far I must really allow you to go on."
"I propose we go to the old house, accompanied by a couple of officers, and lay low for Hardwick and Allen. When they come I can appear before them with my hands and feet bound, and accuse them of the crime. They will not know that Macklin has been arrested—I have taken care of that—and they may give themselves away."
"A good plan. What rogues they are, and how blind I have been! Hal, I shall not forget all you have done for me."
A little more conversation ensued, and then the youth arose.
"Where are you going, now?"
"To the hotel to get some sleep."