"My father still believes that he had something to do with it, and so do I," added Randolph, with an emphatic nod of his head.
"Isn't he a friend of yours?" asked Mr. Armstrong quietly.
"No, indeed; we go to the same school, though father thinks of sending me to an academy out of town soon, but there is no friendship between us. He is only a working boy."
"Humph! That is very much against him," observed Mr. Armstrong, but it was hard to tell from his tone whether he spoke in earnest or ironically.
"Oh, well, he has to work, for the family is very poor. He's come out in new clothes and a silver watch since the robbery. He says the strange man from whom he received a tin box just like yours gave them to him."
"And you think he didn't get them in that way?"
"Yes, I think they were leagued together. I feel sure that man robbed the bank."
"Dear me, it does look suspicious!" remarked Armstrong.
"If Luke was guiding you to the train, I will take his place, sir."
"Thank you, but perhaps I had better keep him with me, and cross-examine him a little. I suppose I can depend upon your keeping your eyes upon him, and letting me know of any suspicious conduct on his part?"