Harold, Mrs. Tracy was not pleased with
this speech of her aunt.

"At any rate," she said, "you would do well to keep a strict watch
over that boy, Luke Walton."

"I shall," answered the old lady, simply.

Mrs. Tracy looked triumphant.

Warner kept silent, but a transient smile passed over his face as he
saw how neatly Aunt Eliza had deceived his astute sister.

"What do you think, Warner?" asked Mrs. Tracy, desirous of additional
support.

"I think Aunt Eliza will get at the truth sooner or later. Of course I
will do anything to help her, but I don't want to interfere."

"Don't you think she ought to discharge Luke?"

"If she did, she would have no chance of finding out whether he was
guilty or not."

"That is true. I did not think of that."

"Warner is more sensible than any of you," said Mrs. Merton.

"I am glad you have changed your opinion of him," said Mrs. Tracy,
sharply.

She was now beginning to be jealous of her scapegrace brother.

"So am I," said Warner, smiling. "At the same time I don't blame aunt
for her former opinion."

The next morning Harold was about leaving the house, when Felicie, the
French maid, came up softly, and said: "Master Harold, may I have a
word with you?"

"I am in a hurry," said Harold, impatiently.

"It is about the stolen money," continued Felicie, in her soft voice.
"You had better listen to what I have to say. I have found out who
took it."

Harold's heart gave a sudden thump, and his face indicated dismay.

CHAPTER XXXII

HAROLD AND FELICIE MAKE AN ARRANGEMENT

"You have found out who took the money?" stammered Harold.

"Yes."

"I didn't think it would be found out so soon," said Harold, trying to
recover his equanimity. "Of course it was taken by Luke Walton."

"You are quite mistaken," said Felicie. "Luke Walton did not take
it."

Harold's heart gave another thump. He scented danger, but remained
silent.

"You don't ask me who took the money?" said Felicie, after a pause.

"Because I don't believe you know," returned Harold, "You've probably
got some suspicion?"

"I have more than that. The person who took the money was seen at his
work."

Harold turned pale.

"There is no use in mincing matters," continued Felicie. "You took the
money."

"What do you mean by such impertinence?" gasped Harold.

"It is no impertinence. If you doubt my knowledge, I'll tell you the
particulars. You opened the drawer with one of a bunch of keys which