"Of course not, of course not; excuse me, but I only wanted to change the bill for you. Here you are."
Thereupon he handed four five-dollar bills to Fred, who accepted them gladly enough, though still wondering at the peculiar actions of the man.
"One word," he added. "Bud told you not to answer any questions when you got the bill changed. I haven't asked you any, but he will have some to ask himself, which he will be very anxious you should answer. Take my advice, and don't let him know a single thing."
"I won't," said Fred, giving his promise before he thought.
"Very well, don't forget it; he will be on the lookout for you to-morrow, and when you see him, hand him his ten dollars and keep the rest for yourself, and then end the interview. Good evening, my son."
"Good evening," and Fred was moving on, when Mr. Cyrus Sutton said:
"Hold on a minute," at the same time crooking his forefinger in a way peculiar to himself; "I understand you were in the house there the other night, when it was robbed by a tramp."
"I was, sir; the whole village knows that."
"You were lucky enough to get away while it was going on, though you were deceived by the man whom you met here in the lane."