“And I have no doubt you took them,” declared the housekeeper, venomously.
At this time the doorbell was heard to ring.
“Excuse me for a moment,” said the broker. “I will be back directly.”
When he had left the room, the parties left behind looked at each other uncomfortably. Willis Ford, however, was too angry to keep silence.
He turned to Grant, and made an attack upon him.
“You won't accomplish anything, you young rascal, by your plotting and contriving! I give you credit for a good deal of cunning in bringing this boy to give the testimony he has; but it won't do you any good. Mr. Reynolds isn't a fool, and he will see through your design.”
“That he will, Willis,” said the housekeeper. “After all the kindness that boy has received in this house, he might be better employed than in stealing my bonds, and then trying to throw it upon a man like you.”
“I don't care to argue with you, Mr. Ford,” said Grant, quietly. “You know as well as I do that I didn't steal the bonds, and you know,” he added, significantly, “who did.”
“I have a great mind to break your head, you impudent boy!”
“That would be a very poor argument. The truth has already come out, and I am vindicated.”