CHAPTER XL.
CONCLUSION.
Ezra Winter was sitting in his office in the Sears Building in Boston. All his plans had been perfected, and he was prepared to reap the fruit of his rascality.
He had gathered in between six and seven thousand dollars, and on this he calculated that he could enjoy himself abroad for a considerable time. Only two days more and he would sail.
While he was indulging in pleasant reflections, there was a knock at his office door.
“Come in!” he cried.
The door opened, and Jacob Winter entered, followed by Ben.
Ezra Winter frowned, for his uncle was the last man he wished to see. But he reflected that he was a simple old fellow, of whom he would easily rid himself.
“Uncle Jacob!” he said. “What brings you to town?”
“I want my money,” replied the old man piteously, “I want the money you took from me.”
“Really, Uncle Jacob, I don’t understand you. Your money is well invested, and perfectly safe.”