Before answering, Tom looked at Dick. "Shall I tell him?" he questioned, in a low tone.
"You might as well, since you have gone so far," was the reply. "In fact, I don't know that it will do much good to keep still any longer."
"We've been robbed."
"You don't say so! Did you lose much?"
"We lost sixty-four thousand dollars' worth of bonds," answered Sam.
"Oh, a bad business deal, I presume." And Barton Pelter smiled grimly. "That's the way it is in Wall Street. You are up one day, and down the next. That's the way it was with my uncle."
"No, we didn't lose the bonds that way," answered Dick. "They were stolen."
"Stolen! From where?"
"From our office."
"Why, that's the worst I ever heard!" declared Barton Pelter, with interest. "Who was it? Did some fellow sneak into your offices and take them?"