"The scoundrel!" ejaculated the father.
"He was to return, make his peace with you, and save me from harm. We should have succeeded if Phil had not been so zealous to serve the firm. He upset my calculations no less than three times, and finally broke my head. You have no fault to find with him, Mr. Collingsby, however it may be with me."
"Mr. Philips, I trust you will excuse any harsh words I may have used," said the senior partner.
"Certainly, sir; but my name is not Philips."
"What is it?"
"Philip Farringford, sir."
"Yes, father, and he is my own cousin," added Marian.
"Nonsense! We will talk of that some other time."
"I think you had better open that bag," I suggested.
It was opened, and all the money which the junior partner had gathered together was taken from it. Mrs. Whippleton's treasure was found, just as I had left it, with the seals unbroken.