“I know that he’s a sort of tramp. I didn’t suppose he was a thief before.”
“You never saw this other man before?”
“No; never heard of him.”
“They’re a pair of rascals, I reckon. Now, what have you thought of doing?”
“Of going to New York to-morrow to find out what I can about the burglary, or whatever else it was. If I can find out who has been robbed, I’ll go and tell them about it, and where the bonds are hid.”
Uncle Obed nodded approvingly.
“That’s a good idea,” he said.
“What puzzles me,” continued Harry, “is how to explain to mother why I go to the city. I can’t tell her, and she’ll feel nervous.”
“I can manage that,” said Mr. Wilkins. “I’ll tell her you have gone on business for me.”
“But will it be true?” asked Harry.