bold in him to bring them to our office. Is he in the house?" "I'll go and see." "And bring Mr. Reynolds with you, if you can find him." In an excited state, scarcely knowing what she did, the housekeeper went downstairs and found both parties of whom she was in search in the same room. She poured out her story in an incoherent manner, inveighing against Grant as a thief. When Grant, with some difficulty, understood what was the charge against him, he was almost speechless with indignation. "Do you mean to say I stole your bonds?" he demanded. "Yes, I do; and it was a base, cruel act." "I agree with you in that, Mrs. Estabrook. It was base and cruel, but I had nothing to do with it." "You dare to say that, when you brought the bonds to my son, Willis, to be sold to-day?" "Is this true, Grant?" asked Mr. Reynolds. "Did you sell any bonds at the office to-day?" "Yes, sir." The broker looked grave. "Where did you get them?" he asked. "They were handed to me by an acquaintance in Wall Street." "Who was he?" "His name is James Morrison." "What do you know of him? Is he in any business?" "I know very little of him, sir." "Have you handed him the money?" "No, sir. I am to meet him to-morrow morning at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and pay him." "Why doesn't he call at the office?" "I don't know," answered Grant, puzzled. "I suggested to him to