For answer he held it up.
"Where did you get it?"
"It came from Mrs. Marlow's pocket."
"What a wicked woman!" exclaimed Grace. "She must have taken it when I was asleep."
"Did she give it up willingly? I thought she would have denied it."
"So she did, mother, but your son is a detective. I'll tell you how I managed it," and he told the story.
"There's only a dollar gone," he said in conclusion. "Don't leave it in the bureau drawer again, though I don't think Mrs. Marlow will trouble you with another call."
A day or two later the rent came due, and eight dollars had to be taken from the scanty fund, which left the family again very near destitution.
Rupert did not relax his efforts to secure a place, but when business is dull the difficulty of securing a position is much increased. He became anxious, and the prospect seemed very dark.