“It wouldn’t be safe,” said Sam, shaking his head.
“Why not?”
“Your father may have put the police on your track already. When you came to sell the bond, the police might be all ready to nab you.”
“Then, what am I to do?”
“I’ll tell you what, Joshua, you’re my friend, and I won’t desert you. Give me the bond, and I’ll sell it for you. It’ll be a little risky; still, I wasn’t the one who stole it, and so I shall not be in as much danger as you.”
“Thank you, Sam,” said Joshua, considerably relieved to find his friend willing to incur the danger.
“Let me see. I’ll take it at lunch time to-morrow. I can take an hour and a half, and pretend I was detained.”
Sam was not quite so disinterested in this offer of service as Joshua supposed. He had a plan for making a handsome commission out of the sale.