Mrs. Estabrook seemed near fainting.
“I have been robbed,” she said. “I am ruined.”
“But who could have robbed you?” asked Ford, innocently.
“I-don't-know. Oh, Willis! it was cruel!” and the poor woman burst into tears. “All these years I have been saving, and now I have lost all. I shall die in the poorhouse after all.”
“Not while I am living, mother,” said Willis. “But the bonds must be found. They must be mislaid.”
“No, no! they are stolen. I shall never see them again.”
“But who has taken them? Ha! I have an idea.”
“What is it?” asked the housekeeper, faintly.
“That boy—Grant Thornton—he lives in the house, doesn't he?”
“Yes,” answered Mrs. Estabrook, in excitement. “Do you think he can have robbed me?”