"I am sorry that one who is in any way connected with our family should be concerned in such a plot," said Grit.
"Of course; that is natural. Still, you did your duty in telling me of it. Whatever consequences may follow, you have done right."
"I can't take much credit to myself for that," said Grit, "since I don't like Mr. Brandon, and it would be a great relief both to my mother and myself if he were away."
"As I have already consulted you on this matter, Grit," said the bank president, after a pause, "I am disposed to consult you further. Have you any advice to offer as to the best course to pursue?"
"Yes, sir," answered Grit. "As long as you don't think it presumption in me, I will tell you of a plan I thought of as I was coming here. In the first place, I would send the messenger as usual, without letting him know that he was suspected."
"But that would involve risks, wouldn't it Grit," objected Mr. Graves. "We can't afford to lose the bonds."
"I did not intend that he should carry the bonds," continued Grit. "I would make up a parcel, filled with old papers, of about the same size, and let him think he was carrying the bonds."
"So far, so good, but what of the bonds? They would still be here, when we want them delivered in Boston."