"He is at school."
"Can you send for him?"
"You won't take him up—will you? It would break his heart," pleaded Maggie.
"I don't think it will be necessary to arrest him," replied the constable, rather cautiously. "The man that stole the papers came to this room, and I have no doubt he put them there to get rid of them."
"Send for Leo; I will promise you he shall not be taken up," added Mr. Checkynshaw, taking the responsibility upon himself.
Maggie wrote a note, and sent Tom Casey to the school with it, the gentlemen having taken seats in the front parlor. In a short time Leo appeared, trembling lest his father had had another attack of paralysis. He was not a little surprised to find the banker and the constable awaiting his arrival.
"Leo, what do you keep in that chest of yours, up in your room?" asked the officer.
"My clothes, sir," replied Leo, astonished at the strange question.
"What else?"
"Nothing else."