"Has anything been found out about the stolen opera glass?" he asked, with a studied air of indifference.

 

"I should say there had," she answered. "I followed the clew you suggested, and searched the boy's room. On the bureau I found the pawn ticket."

 

"You don't say so! What a muff Ben must have been to leave it around so carelessly! What did you do with it?"

 

"I waited till Mr. Lynx was conferring with Cousin Hamilton, and then I carried it in and gave it to them."

 

"What did they say?" asked Conrad eagerly.

 

"They seemed thunderstruck, and Mr. Lynx very politely thanked me for the help I had given them."

 

"Has Ben been bounced yet?"

 

"No; but doubtless he will be very soon. Cousin Hamilton doesn't want to think him a thief and gambler, but there seems no way of escaping from such a mass of proof."

 

"I should say not. Do you think she's told Ben? Does he look down in the mouth?" continued Conrad.

 

"I haven't seen him since."

 

When they met at the table Mrs. Hamilton's manner toward Ben was decidedly frigid, as Conrad and his mother saw, much to their satisfaction. Ben looked sober, but his appetite did not appear to be affected.

 

"Your course is about run, young man!" thought Mrs. Hill.

 

"I should like to see you after supper, Conrad," said Mrs. Hamilton. "Come into my sitting room."

 

"I wonder if she is going to give me Ben's place," thought Conrad, hardly knowing whether he wished it or not.

 

With a jaunty air and a self-satisfied smile, he followed Mrs. Hamilton into her "private office," as she sometimes called it.

 

"Shut the door, Conrad," she said.

 

He did so.

 

"I have heard news of the opera glass," she commenced.

 

"Mother gave me a hint of that," said Conrad.

 

"It was stolen and pawned at Simpson's on the Bowery."

 

"It's a great shame!" said Conrad, thinking that a safe comment to make.

 

"Yes, it was a shame and a disgrace to the one who took it."

 

"I didn't think Ben would do such a thing," continued Conrad, growing bolder.

 

"Nor I," said Mrs. Hamilton.

 

"After all you have done for him, too. I never liked the boy, for my part."

 

"So I suspected," said Mrs. Hamilton dryly. "However, I will tell you what I want of you. I am going down to Simpson's to-morrow to redeem the glass, and want you to go with me."

 

"You want me to go with you!" ejaculated Conrad, turning pale.

 

"Yes; I don't care to go to that part of the City by myself, and I will take you to keep me company."

 

"But I must go to the office," faltered Conrad.

 

"I will send Ben to say that you can't go to-morrow."

 

"Why don't you take Ben to Simpson's, or the detective?" suggested Conrad, in great alarm, bethinking himself that it would hardly do to take Ben, since the attendant would certify that he was not the one who pawned the glass.

 

"Because I prefer to take you. Have you any objection to go!"

 

"Oh, no, of course not!" answered Conrad, not daring to make any further objection.

 

In the morning Mrs. Hill came to Mrs. Hamilton, and said:

 

"Poor Conrad has a terrible toothache! He is afraid he won't be able to go with you to Simpson's. Will you kindly excuse him?"

 

Mrs. Hamilton expected some such excuse.

 

"I will take Ben, then," she said.

 

"Are you going to keep that boy--after what be has done?" asked the housekeeper.

 

"It is inconvenient for me to part with him just yet."

 

"Then--I hope you will excuse the suggestion--I advise you to keep your bureau drawers locked."

 

"I think it best myself," said Mrs. Hamilton. Is Conrad's toothache very bad?"

 

"The poor fellow is in great pain."

 

When Ben was invited by Mrs. Hamilton to go to the pawnbroker's he made no objection.

 

"It is only fair to tell you, Ben," said Mrs. Hamilton, that the person who pawned the opera glass gave your name."

 

"Then," said Ben, "I sho............