“It doesn’t matter much,” replied the Colonel, discomfited. “They will find their way back to me soon. This boy won’t take on so high a tone tomorrow.”
CHAPTER XXXVIII — PHILIP’S SURPRISE
“Where did that other bond come from?” thought Colonel Ross, as he wended his way homeward. “I can’t understand it. Perhaps the boy took it from some one else. It is just possible that his mother may have owned a fifty-dollar bond.”
To do Colonel Ross justice, he really thought that the bonds he had discovered were his own, and he was convinced, by what his son had told him, that Harry had really entered his house on the night when the outer door had been left open and abstracted them.
Philip, disappointed at not finding his friend Congreve at the hotel, took his way home, and was already in the house when his father returned. He was naturally curious to hear something of the result of his errand.
“Well, father,” he said, eagerly, as the Colonel entered the room where he was seated, “what luck did you have?”
“I found the bonds,” said his father, briefly.
Nothing could have astonished Philip more, knowing what he did as to the manner in which they had really been disposed of. He looked the picture of amazement.
“Found the bonds!” he ejaculated.