"What was said?"
"I can't repeat the words, but they said the bonds were worth nearly eighty thousand dollars, and that the safe was often left open during the day."
"It's an infamous story!" put in Hardwick, his face growing red. "Mr. Sumner, don't you believe the beggar."
"I am telling the truth," said Hal, as calmly as he could.
"Hush, Hardwick!"
"But, sir——" began the book-keeper.
"One story at a time. I will hear what you have to say later."
"Do you mean to say you would take that boy's word against mine?" demanded Hardwick, haughtily.
"I intend to listen to his story without further interruption from you," responded the broker, sternly. "So please keep silent until your turn comes."
Hardwick pulled at the ends of his mustache, but he did not dare to reply after this.