"No," answered Mrs. Hamilton promptly. "I think I know you too well for that."

 

"I did go on Tuesday evening, I admit," continued Ben. "I saw that Mrs. Hill did not believe it, but it's true. I wish I hadn't lost the letter inviting me there. You might think I had invented the story."

 

"But I don't, Ben; and, for the best of all reasons, because I found the note on the carpet, and have it in my possession now."

 

"Have you?" exclaimed Ben gladly.

 

"Here it is," said the lady, as she produced the note from the desk before her. "It is singular such a note should have been sent you," she added thoughtfully.

 

"I think so, too. I had no suspicion when I received it, but I think now that it was written to get to into a scrape."

 

"Then it must have been written by an enemy. Do you know of anyone who would feel like doing you a bad turn?"

 

"No," answered Ben, shaking his head.

 

"Do you recognize the handwriting?"

 

"No; it may have been written by some person I know, but I have no suspicion and no clew as to who it is."

 

"I think we will let the matter rest for a short time. If we say nothing about it, the guilty person may betray himself."

 

"You are very kind to keep your confidence in me, Mrs. Hamilton," said Ben gratefully.

 

"I trust you as much as ever, Ben, but I shall appear not to--for a time."

 

Ben looked puzzled.

 

"I won't explain myself," said Mrs. Hamilton, with a smile, "but I intend to treat you coolly for a time, as if you had incurred my displeasure. You need not feel sensitive, however, but may consider that I am acting."

 

"Then it may be as well for me to act, too," suggested Ben.

 

"A good suggestion! You will do well to look sober and uneasy."

 

"I will do my best," answered Ben brightly.

 

The programme was carried out. To the great delight of Mrs. Hill and Conrad, Mrs. Hamilton scarcely addressed a word to Ben at the supper table. When she did speak, it was with an abruptness and coldness quite unusual for the warm-hearted woman. Ben looked depressed, fixed his eyes on his plate, and took very little part in the conversation. Mrs. Hill and Conrad, on the other hand, seemed in very good spirits. They chatted cheerfully, and addressed an occasional word to Ben. They could afford to be magnanimous, feeling that he had forfeited their rich cousin's favor.

 

After supper, Conrad went into his mother's room.

 

"Our plan's working well, mother," he said, rubbing his hands.

 

"Yes, Conrad, it is. Cousin Hamilton is very angry with the boy. She scarcely spoke a word to him."

 

"He won't stay long, I'll be bound. Can't you suggest, mother, that he had better be dismissed at once?"

 

"No, Conrad; we have done all that is needed. We can trust Cousin Hamilton to deal with him. She will probably keep him for a short time, till she can get along without his services."

 

"It's lucky he lost the letter. Cousin Hamilton will think he never received any."

 

So the precious pair conferred together. It was clear that Ben had two dangerous and unscrupulous enemies in the house.

 

It was all very well to anticipate revenge upon Ben, and his summary dismissal, but this did not relieve Conrad from his pecuniary embarrassments. As a general thing, his weekly allowance was spent by the middle of the week. Ben had refused to lend money, and there was no one else he could call upon. Even if our hero was dismissed, there seemed likely to be no improvement in this respect.

 

At this juncture, Conrad was, unfortunately, subjected to a temptation which proved too strong for him.

 

Mrs. Hamilton was the possessor of an elegant opera glass, which she had bought some years previous in Paris at a cost of fift............