He set forth the condition of his affairs briefly. The merchant listened attentively.
“I am very sorry for you,” he said. “Without any fault of your own, you are reduced to comparative poverty.”
“Yes, sir,” said Tom, “but I don’t let it trouble me. I am sorry, of course, but I can make my way.”
“I think you can,” said Mr. Armstrong, observing him attentively. “You look like one who is destined to succeed. If I were where I was a month ago, I would take you into my employ, and give you a start in life.”
“Can’t you do it now, sir?”
“I shall be compelled to wind up my business.”
“I mean, can’t you employ me to find the clerk who has defrauded you?”
“How old are you, Tom?” asked the merchant abruptly.
“Sixteen, sir.”
“And you really think a boy of sixteen can succeed in such a difficult task?” demanded the merchant incredulously.