“It is hard,” replied Bracebridge, “but God knows best. I sometimes think he is being tried, as gold is tried in the furnace, for some great purpose.”
Beecham was silent. Such thoughts were just a little above Jack's ordinary plane of thinking. Bracebridge continued:
“What do you say if, during his absence, we make a grand effort to find the thief? What a glorious thing it would be if he could come back cleared of all suspicion,”
Beecham was never patient when the words “suspicion” and “Henning” were mentioned in the same connection. This time he said something quite rough, and, to tell the truth, quite unlike himself. Ambrose looked up in surprise.
“You must excuse me. I lose all patience in this affair.”
“All right, old fellow. We will make a big effort, eh?”
“You may bet your last little round red cent we will.”
Henning reappeared. He had but little time to spare if he would catch the six o'clock train. By traveling all night he would reach home by seven o'clock in the morning. Hurriedly changing his clothes, he shook hands with the two and was driven to the depot. Both promised to write as soon as there was anything important to write about.
While Roy Henning is traveling homeward as fast as a night express can take him, we will explain the reason why the telegram had been sent. This can not be done better than by going to the Henning home, and there tracing the course of events.