No thought of the real thief entered her mind. Though she was fully sensible of Harold's faults, though she knew him to be selfish, bad-tempered, and envious, she did not suppose him capable of theft. The one who occurred to her as most likely to have robbed her was her recently returned nephew, Warner Powell, who had been compelled to leave Chicago years before on account of having yielded to a similar temptation. She knew that he was hard up for money, and it was possible that he had opened the table drawer and abstracted the pocketbook. As to Luke Walton, she was not at all affected by the insinuations of her niece. She knew that Mrs. Tracy and Harold had a prejudice against Luke, and that this would make them ready to believe anything against him.

 

She was curious, however, to hear what Warner had to say about the robbery. Would he, too, try to throw suspicion upon Luke in order to screen himself, if he were the real thief? This remained to be proved.

 

Warner Powell did not return to the house till five o'clock in the afternoon. His sister and Harold hastened to inform him of what had happened, and to communicate their conviction that Luke was the thief. Warner said little, but his own suspicions were different. He went up stairs, and made his aunt a call.

 

"Well, aunt," he said, "I hear that you have been robbed."

 

"Yes, Warner, I have lost some money," answered the old lady, composedly.

 

"Louisa told me."

 

"Yes; she suspects Luke of being the thief. Do you agree with her?"

 

"No, I don't," answered Warner.

 

Mrs. Merton's face brightened, and she looked kindly at Warner.

 

"Then you don't share Louisa's prejudice against Luke?" she said.

 

"No; I like the boy. I would sooner suspect myself of stealing the money, for, you know, Aunt Eliza, that my record is not a good one, and I am sure Luke is an honest boy."

 

Mrs. Merton's face fairly beamed with delight. She understood very well the low and unworthy motives which influenced her niece and Harold, and it was a gratifying surprise to find that her nephew was free from envy and jealousy.

 

"Warner," she said, "what you say does you credit. In this particular case I happen to know that Luke is innocent."

 

"You don't, know the real thief?" asked Warner.

 

"No; but my reason for knowing that Luke is innocent I will tell you. The money was safe in my drawer when I went out this morning. It was taken during my absence from the house. Luke was with me during this whole time. Of course, it is impossible that he should be the thief."

 

"I see. Did you tell Louisa this?"

 

"No; I am biding my time. Besides, I am more likely to find the real thief if it is supposed that Luke is under suspicion."

 

"Tell me truly, Aunt Eliza, didn't you suspect me?"

 

"Since you ask me, Warner, I will tell you frankly that it occurred to me as possible that you might have yielded to temptation."

 

"It would have been a temptation, for I have but twenty-five cents. But even if I had known where you kept your money (which I didn't), I would have risked applying to you for a loan, or gift, as it would have turned out to be, rather than fall back into my old disreputable ways."

 

"I am very much encouraged by what you say, Warner. Here are ten dollars. Use it judiciously; try to obtain employment, and when it is gone, you may let me know."

 

"Aunt Eliza, you are kinder to me than I deserve. I will make a real effort to secure employment, and will not abuse your confidence."

 

"Keep that promise, Warner, and I will be your friend. One thing more: don't tell Louisa what has passed between us. I can, at any time, clear Luke, but for the present I will let her think I am uncertain on that point. I shall not forget that you took the boy's part where your sister condemned him."

 

"Louisa and Harold can see no good in the boy; but I have observed him carefully, and formed my own opinion............