"Yes," he said, gravely. "I put ten thousand of her money in those very bonds. My brokers up in Boston recommended them strongly as being a safe and good investment.... And now perhaps you'll tell us why you asked about that?"
Sears' brows drew together. Here was his vague theory on the way, at least, to confirmation.
"You tell me somethin' more first," he said. "'Tisn't likely you've got the numbers of those bonds on that piece of paper, is it?"
"Likely enough. I've got the numbers and the price I paid for 'em. Why?"
Kendrick took his memorandum book from his pocket. "Were two of those numbers A610,312 and A610,313?" he asked.
Bradley consulted his slip of paper. "No," he replied. "Nothing like it."
"Eh? You're sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Say, what sort of a trustee do you think I am?"
Sears did not answer. If the lawyer was sure, then his "theory," instead of being confirmed, was smashed flat.
"Humph!" he grunted, after a moment. "Do you mind my lookin' at that paper of yours?"