er cent a month, his Chicago associate charges
more than three times as much.

There was nothing for it but to comply with the terms demanded, and
Harold reluctantly handed out the extra sum.

"You ought to have a watch chain, my friend," said the pawnbroker.

"I should like one, but I cannot afford it."

"I can give you a superior article--rolled gold--for a dollar."

"Let me see it!"

The chain was displayed. It looked very well; and certainly set off
the watch to better advantage.

Harold paid down the dollar, and went out of the pawn broker's with a
gold watch, and chain of the same color, with only two dollars left of
his ill-gotten money. This was somewhat inconvenient, but he rejoiced
in the possession of the watch and chain.

"Now Ralph Kennedy can't crow over me," he soliloquized. "I've got a
gold watch as well as he."

As he left the pawnbroker's, he did not observe a familiar face and
figure on the opposite side of the street. It was Warner Powell, his
mother's brother, who recognized, with no little surprise, his nephew,
coming from such a place.

"What on earth has carried Harold to a pawn broker's?" he asked
himself.

Then he caught sight of the watch chain, and got a view of the watch,
as Harold drew it out ostentatiously to view his new acquisition.

"There is some mystery here," he said to himself. "I must
investigate."

He waited till Harold was at a safe distance, then crossed the street,
and entered the pawnbroker's.

"There was a boy just went out of here," he said to the old man.

"Suppose there was," returned the pawnbroker, suspiciously.

"What was he doing here?"

"Is that any of your business?"

"My friend, I have nothing to do with you, and no complaint to make
against you, but the boy is my nephew, and I want to know whether he
got a watch and chain here."

"Yes; he presented a ticket, and I gave him the watch."

"Is it one he pawned himself?"

"I don't know. He had the ticket. I can't remember everybody that
deals with me."

"Can you tell me how much the watch and chain were pawned for?"

"The watch was pawned for fifteen dollars. I sold him the chain for a
dollar."

"All right. Thank you."

"It's all right?"

"Yes, so far as you are concerned. How long had the watch been in?"

"For three weeks."

Warner Powell left the shop, after obtaining all the information he
required.

"It is Harold who robbed Aunt Eliza," he said to himself. "I begin to
think m