"I have seen it," was the quiet reply.
"Where?"
"At a well-known pawnshop on the Bowery."
"Did you learn who left it?" asked Mrs. Hamilton eagerly.
"A boy—about sixteen years of age—who gave the name of Ben Barclay."
"I can't believe Ben would be guilty of such a disgraceful act!" ejaculated Mrs. Hamilton, deeply moved.
CHAPTER XXVIII — MRS. HILL'S MALICE
At this moment there was a low knock on the door.