“Yes. Now, Cousin David, give me the twenty-five dollars.”
At that instant the door was opened suddenly, and Dick Ralston dashed into the office, looking very much excited.
“Mullins,” he said, “we’ve been sold—sold—regularly sold. Look at this!” and he showed one of the brown packages partly torn open.
“Well,” said the bookkeeper, “what’s the matter?”
“Matter? Matter enough. Here’s a package marked one thousand dollars, and it contains only slips of green paper in place of bills. You can see for yourself.”
CHAPTER XXXI.
A DAY OF SURPRISES.
The bookkeeper looked amazed.
He turned to Felix.