Mrs. Tracy uttered an exclamation of surprise, and Mrs. Merton and Warner exchanged significant glances.
"How came you by the watch and chain?" asked Mrs. Tracy, uneasily.
"They were given to me," answered Harold.
"But that is very strange. Aunt Eliza, you have not given Harold a watch, have you?"
"No, Louisa. I think a silver watch is good enough for a boy of his age."
"Why don't you ask me, Louisa?" said Warner, smiling.
"I don't imagine your circumstances will admit of such a gift."
"You are right. I wish they did. Harold, we are all anxious to know the name of the benevolent individual who has made you such a handsome present. If you think he has any more to spare, I should be glad if you would introduce me."
"I will explain," said Harold, glibly. "I was walking along Dearborn Street about two o'clock, when I saw a gentleman a little in advance of me. He had come from the Commercial Bank, I judge, for it was not far from there I came across him. By some carelessness he twitched a wallet stuffed with notes from his pocket. A rough-looking fellow sprang to get it, but I was too quick for him. I picked it up, and hurrying forward, handed it to the gentleman. He seemed surprised and pleased.
"'My boy,' he said, 'you have done me a great service. That wallet contained fifteen hundred dollars. I should have lost it but for you. Accept this watch and chain as a mark of my deep gratitude.'