"There is a boy who stands between me and promotion," continued Jasper, speaking in a low tone.

    "The boy you mentioned the other day?"

    "Yes, Rodney Ropes. Mr. Goodnow got him from I don't know where, and has taken a ridiculous fancy to him. He has been put over my head and his pay raised, though I have been in the store longer than he. My idea is to connect him with the thefts and get him discharged."

    "Do you mean that we are to make him a confederate?"

    "No," answered Jasper impatiently. "He would be just the fellow to peach and get us all into trouble."

    "Then what do you mean?"

    "To direct suspicion towards him. We won't do it immediately, but within a week or two. It would do me good to have him turned out of the store."

    Jasper proceeded to explain his idea more fully, and his companion pronounced it very clever.

    Meanwhile Rodney, not suspecting the conspiracy to deprive him of his place and his good name, worked zealously, encouraged by his promotion, and resolved to make a place for himself which should insure him a permanent connection with the firm.

    Ten days passed, and Mr. Redwood again received a summons from the office.

    Entering, he found Mr. Goodnow with a letter in his hand.

    "Well, Mr. Redwood," he began, "have you got any clew to the party who has stolen our goods?"

    "No, sir."

    "Has any thing been taken since I spoke with you on the subject?"

    "Not that I am aware of."

    "Has any one of the clerks attracted your attention by suspicious conduct?"

    "No, sir," answered Redwood, puzzled.

    "Humph! Cast your eye over this letter."

    James Redwood took the letter, which was written in a fine hand, and read as follow:

    MR. GOODNOW:

    DEAR SIR, -- I don't know whether you are aware that articles have been taken from your stock, say, ladies' cloaks and silk dress patterns, and disposed of outside. I will not tell you how it has come to my knowledge, for I do not want to get any one's ill will, but I will say, to begin with, that they were taken by one of your employees, and the one, perhaps, that you would least suspect, for I am told that he is a favorite of yours. I may as well say that it is Rodney Ropes. I live near him, and last evening I saw him carry a bundle to his room when he went back from the store. I think if you would send round today when he is out, you would find in his room one or more of the stolen articles. I don't want to get him into trouble, but I don't like to see you robbed, and so I tell you what I know. A FRIEND.

    Mr. Redwood read this letter attentively, arching his brows, perhaps to indicate his surprise. Then he read it again carefully.

    "What do you think of it?" asked the merchant.

    "I don't know," answered Redwood slowly.

    "Have you ever seen anything suspicious in the conduct of young Ropes?"

    "I can't say I have. On the contrary, he seems to be a very diligent and industrious clerk."

    "But about his honesty."

    "I fancied him the soul of honesty."

    "So did I, but of course we are liable to be deceived. It wouldn't be the first case where seeming honesty has been a cover for flagrant dishonesty."

    "What do you wish me to do, Mr. Goodnow? Shall I send Ropes down to you?"

    "No; it would only give him a chance, if guilty, to cover up his dishonesty."

    "I am ready to follow your instructions."

    "Do you know where he lodges?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "Then I will ask you to go around there, and by some means gain admission to his room. If he has any of our goods secreted take possession of them and report to me."

    "Very well, sir." Half an hour later Mrs. McCarty, Rodney's landlady, in response to a ring admitted Mr. James Redwood.

    "Does a young man named Ropes lodge here?" he asked.

    "Yes, sir."

    "I come from the house where he is employed. He has inadvertently left in his room a parcel belonging to us, and I should be glad if you would allow me to go up to his room and take it."

    "You see, sir," said Mrs. McCarty in a tone of hesitation, "while you look like a perfect gentleman, I don't know you, and I am not sure whether, in justice to Mr. Ropes, I ought to admit you t............