“What do you know of him? Is he in any business?”
“I know very little of him, sir.”
“Have you handed him the money?”
“No, sir. I am to meet him to-morrow morning at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and pay him.”
“Why doesn't he call at the office?”
“I don't know,” answered Grant, puzzled. “I suggested to him to bring the bonds to the office himself, but he said he was in haste, and offered me a dollar to attend to the matter.”
“This seems a mysterious case.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Reynolds, but I think it is plain enough,” said the housekeeper, spitefully. “That boy opened my bureau drawer, and stole the bonds.”
“That is not true, Mr. Reynolds,” exclaimed Grant, indignantly.
“How did you know the bonds were offered for sale at my office to-day, Mrs. Estabrook?” inquired the broker.