“Now, I may find out what he has inside,” thought Philip.
Colonel Ross opened it, as I have said, and took out several envelopes. Opening one of these, he drew therefrom what Philip recognized to be government bonds, and spread them out before him.
What was the object of this examination, Philip could not divine, nor did he particularly care, though he might had he known that his father was considering the expediency of selling them, and buying another security—the stock of a certain railroad—which would pay larger dividends. His main interest was to ascertain whether his father had any government bonds, and this question he was now able to answer in the affirmative.
After a brief inspection, Colonel Ross replaced in the trunk the securities he had taken from it, and locked the trunk. The bunch of keys, one of which opened the trunk, he laid on the desk, unconsciously, probably.
“I hope he’ll forget ’em,” said Philip to himself. “It’ll save me a good bit of trouble.”
It seemed likely that the keys would be forgotten, for Colonel Ross, as though his business were ended, took the lamp from his desk, and entered the sitting-room, where his wife and son were seated.
“I don’t know how it is, wife,” he said, “but I feel sleepy.”
“It isn’t your bed hour yet. It is only half-past nine.”
“That is true, but I shall go to bed earlier than usual to-night.”
“All the better for me,” thought Philip. “Now, if mother would only go, too!”