s there was no lock upon it, he placed a chair against
it to serve as a fastening. He did not appear to be in a very great
hurry now, and it was evident that he did not intend to change his
clothes; for, instead of doing so, he took from the pockets of his
overcoat the papers and packages he had removed from the safe. He broke
the seals on some of the parcels, and opened the papers they contained.
He did not stop to read any of them. In a bank book he found a package
of bank notes.

"Three hundred and fifty dollars," muttered he, as he counted the
money. "A mean haul!"

He examined all the papers, but no more money was discovered. The
jaunty man looked as though he was sorely disappointed. He gathered up
the papers, rolled them together, and then looked about the little
chamber. On one side of it there was a painted chest, which contained
Leo's rather scanty wardrobe. He raised the lid, and thrust the bundle
of papers down to the bottom of it, burying them beneath the boy's
summer clothing. Closing the chest, he took his carpet-bag, and left
the room. Leo was waiting for him in the entry; but "Mr. Hart" was
again in a hurry, and could not do anything more than say again he
would make it all right with Mr. Checkynshaw.

Probably he did not keep his promise.

CHAPTER IV.

MR. CHECKYNSHAW RUSHES.

Mr. Checkynshaw felt that he had fully vindicated his personal dignity,
and that of the well-known house whose head he was. The bank president
he met in the entry did not think so, but believed that a person of
such eminent gravity ought to call a policeman, instead of making
himself ridiculous by resorting to violence. The banker explained, and
then returned to his office. He was alone; and, seating himself in his
cushioned chair, he gave himself up to the reflections of the moment,
whatever they were.

Whether the grave charges and the angry threats of Mr. Fitzherbert
Wittleworth were the subject of his thoughts was known only to himself;
but as he reflected, the muscles of his mouth moved about, his brow
contracted, and he seemed to be mentally defending himself from the
charges, and repelling the threats. Certainly the bold accusation of
the banker's late clerk had produced an impression, and stirred up the
anger of the great man; but it was very impolitic for the discharged
clerk to "beard the lion in his den."

The safe in the private office contained the valuable papers of the
banker, while those of the