So they came presently to the bank.
Mr. Goodwyn jumped up out of his chair when the two burst into his little room.
The teller was waving the paper ahead of him, but his eyes were fixed upon the face of Mr. Graylock, and he was quick to see the look of keen disappointment that passed over it.
"You found it, then?" asked the cashier, reaching out his hand eagerly.
"Yes, lodged in the bushes, just as Dick said. And I think it will fully substantiate all he claimed, sir," replied the teller.
"Like enough he wrote it himself, and all this is a dodge gotten up by a clever young scamp," grumbled the merchant.
"For shame, Mr. Graylock; at least give the boy the benefit of the doubt," said the teller, indignantly.
"If he didn't take the securities, then who did?" snapped the other, angrily.
"Time will prove that, sir," remarked Mr. Winslow, slowly, and it interested him to see the old man look confused, as though he saw in the answer a sterling reproof.
Meanwhile the cashier had read the letter from beginning to end.