“Maybe; maybe not,” answered Mr. Ewing, as he unlocked the door. “Anyhow, you’d better not try it.”
“Good-by,” called Harry. “I’ll bring papa right back.”
“Oh, take your time,” replied Roy, with a wave of his hand. “We’re quite comfortable. Besides, we have the inestimable pleasure of Mr. Ewing’s society.”
The door closed again, and the farmer returned the key grimly to his pocket. After a few minutes Mrs. Peel returned.
“Not a thing’s gone from the house, James,” she announced.
“Are you certain sure?” asked Mr. Ewing.
“Of course I am,” she replied, tartly.
“Well, now you take a look around the store.”
Mrs. Peel proceeded to do so. When she came to the money-drawer she found the check which Harry had placed there. She brought it to Mr. Ewing, and the latter looked it all over carefully.
“It looks perfectly good, don’t it, James?” she asked, anxiously.