Next the detective and the telegraph boy withdrew, the latter rich by a five-dollar note, which Mr. Reynolds presented him.
Johnny's eyes sparkled.
“That will make mother happy,” he said. “She'll think I am in luck.”
“Keep your eyes open, my boy, and be faithful to your employer, and this won't be the last piece of luck that will come your way.”
When they were alone Mr. Reynolds turned to Grant and said kindly, “I congratulate you, Grant, on your complete vindication. Those who have wickedly conspired against you have come to grief, and you come out of the trial unscathed. As I am to part with Willis Ford, though you are not competent to take his place, your duties will be somewhat enlarged, and I will take care that your compensation shall be increased.”
“I am afraid, Mr. Reynolds, I already receive more than I earn.”
“That may be, but I am only anticipating a little. How much do I pay you now?”
“Six dollars a week, sir.”
“I will allow you four dollars more, but this additional sum I will keep in my own hands, and credit you with. It is time you were saving something for future use. Will this be satisfactory to you?”
“You are very kind, Mr. Reynolds,” said Grant. “I don't know how to thank you.”