"I suppose that is what he calls himself."
"But where is Dory, Mr. Brookbine?" asked the principal, with more anxiety in his tones than he was in the habit of displaying when any thing troubled him.
"He is all right, sir. He has gone with Mr. Jepson to follow this matter up a little further," replied the carpenter.
Captain Gildrock smiled, for his anxiety was relieved. He turned from the instructor to the prisoner he had brought, and whose face he had not noticed before. Possibly it was to some extent an affectation for him to appear to be unmoved, whatever happened; and he had hardly noticed the carpenter and his prisoner when they entered the room.
"Good-morning, Mr. Spickles. I see that you have done me the honor to call again, and I shall endeavor to appreciate your courtesy," said the captain, when he recognized his visitor of the day before.
"I did not come of my own accord this time, and no compliments are in order," growled Spickles.
"This visit is quite unexpected. I remember that you seemed to feel a lively interest in my safe in the office; and you have proved to your satisfaction that it is not a wooden one," continued Captain Gildrock. "I must confess that I am greatly surprised to find a young gentleman with your brilliant ideas engaged in blowing open safes."
"Here is a pocket-book which was taken from him," interposed the carpenter, as he handed it to the principal. "I did not tell you that this was the chief of the burglars, but such is the fact."
The captain opened the pocket-book, and took the wet bills from it.
"These were the bills in the safe, without any doubt; and I am fortunate to recover them. Every dollar stolen is here. You have made a bad investment, Mr. Spickles."