“Yes,” snapped Ford, “and take care you don't steal any of the letters.”
Grant did not reply. He knew that his vindication was certain, and he was willing to wait.
If Willis Ford had been prudent he would have dropped the matter there, but his hatred of Grant was too great to be easily concealed. When a few minutes later the broker entered the office and inquired, “Where is Grant?” Ford, after answering, “he has gone to the post-office,” could not help saying, “Are you going to keep that boy, Mr. Reynolds?”
“Why should I not?” the broker replied.
“I thought a boy in his position ought to be honest.”
“I agree with you, Mr. Ford,” said the broker, quietly.
“After taking my mother's bonds, that can hardly be said of Grant Thornton.”
“You seem to be sure he did take them, Mr. Ford.”
“The discovery of the key settled that to my mind.”
“Grant says he has no knowledge of the key.”