The office building was a large one, running from one street to the next. On the street in the rear was a bookstore, the proprietor of which had advertised for a clerk. Joe had applied for the position and was waiting for the proprietor to address him when, on chancing to look up, he saw Henry Davis rush past as if in a tremendous hurry. "Hullo, that's the fellow who was with the old farmer," he told himself. "What can I do for you, young man?" asked the proprietor of the bookshop, approaching at that instant. "I believe you wish a clerk," answered our hero. "Have you had experience in this line?" "No, sir." "Then you won't do. I must have someone who is experienced." "I am willing to learn." "It won't do. I want an experienced clerk or none at all," was the sharp answer. Leaving the bookstore, Joe stood out on the sidewalk for a moment and then walked around the corner. A moment later he caught sight of Josiah Bean, gazing up and down the thoroughfare and acting like one demented. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Matter?" bawled the old farmer. "I've been took in! Robbed! Swindled! Oh, wot will Mirandy say!" "Who robbed you?" "Thet Mr. Davis I reckon! He counted the money last, an' now it's gone!" "I saw Mr. Davis a minute ago." "Where?" "Around the corner, walking as fast as he could." "He's got my money! Oh, I must catch him!" "I'll help you," answered Joe, with vigor. "I thought he looked like a