“What did yours contain?” asked the agent.
“Jewelry,” answered Wheeler shortly.
“What articles?”
“Never mind. I am inclined to think this casket belongs to the boy.”
“Rodney, you can take it and Mr. Wheeler will probably find his where he left it.”
No objection was made, and the discomfited thief was left a prey to mortification and disappointment.
Rodney handed a dollar to the constable which that worthy official received with thanks, and he and the agent resumed their journey by an afternoon train. They saw nothing further of Louis Wheeler who sent for dinner to be served in his room.
CHAPTER V.
A YOUNG FINANCIAL WRECK.