"By a special providence, I believe, sir," answered Theodore, reverently.
Meantime the packages of money were found and in order.
"Have you special directions, sir, in regard to the prisoner?" questioned the policeman.
Mr. Stephens broke away from Theodore's restraining arm and went toward Winters.
"My poor, poor boy," he said, compassionately, "how could you do it?"
Winters' eyes expressed nothing but malignancy as he muttered between shut teeth:
"Because I hate you, and that upstart who hoodwinks you."
Theodore came forward with quiet dignity.
"Mr. Stephens," he said, laying a gently detaining hand on the gentleman's arm, "let me manage the rest of the business for you, you are excited and weary. Secure the man in safe and comfortable quarters for the night," he added, turning to the policeman, "and you will hear from Mr. Stephens in the morning."
Five minutes more and Theodore and Mr. Stephens were left alone in the library.