“I guess I’ll tell him the news,” thought Philip. “Tom,” he said, “we’ve discovered who stole the bonds the other night.”
“Have you?” asked Tom, with a queer smile.
“Yes. Would you like to know who it is?”
“Uncommon.”
“It’s Harry Gilbert.”
Tom Calder pursed up his lips in genuine amazement, and emitted a shrill whistle.
“You don’t say!” he exclaimed.
“Yes,” said Philip, complacently. “The governor had the house searched—Widow Gilbert’s, of course—and he found the bonds there.”
“That beats all I ever heard!” ejaculated Tom.
“Oh, it doesn’t surprise me at all!” said Philip, carelessly. “I’ve long suspected Harry Gilbert of being dishonest.”