"I have been greatly disappointed in those young people, Sir Jasper,"

said Mr. Stebbing uneasily.

"I understand that you are intending to prosecute Alexis White for the disappearance of the fifteen pounds he received on behalf of the firm."

"Exactly so, Sir Jasper. There"s no doubt that the carter, Field, handed it to him; he acknowledges as much, but he would have us believe that after running away with it, he returned it to his sister to send to me.

Where is it? I ask."

"Yes," put in Mrs. Stebbing, "and the girl, the little one, changed a five-pound note at Glover"s."

"I can account for that," said Mr. White, with somewhat of an effort. "I gave her one for her sister, and charged them not to mention it."

He certainly seemed ashamed to mention it before those who accounted it a weakness; and Sir Jasper broke the silence by proposing to produce his witnesses.

"Really, Sir Jasper, this should be left for the court," said Mr.

Stebbing.

"It might be well to settle the matter in private, without dragging Miss White into Avoncester away from her dying mother."

"Those things are so exaggerated," said the lady.

"I have seen her," said Sir Jasper gravely.

"May I ask who these witnesses are?" demanded Mr. Stebbing.

"Two are waiting here--the messenger and his companion. Another is your porter at the marble works, and the fourth is your youngest son."

This caused a sensation, and Mrs. Stebbing began--

"I am sure I can"t tell what you mean, Sir Jasper."

"Is he in the house?"

"Yes; he has a bad cold."

Mrs. Stebbing opened the door and called "George," and on the boy"s appearance, Sir Jasper asked him--

"Do you remember the morning of the 17th of last month--three days after the accident? I want to know whether you saw any one in the approach to the house."

"I don"t know what day it was," said the boy, somewhat sulkily.

"You did see some one, and warned them off!"

"I saw two little ca--two boys out of the town on the front door steps."

"Did you know them?"

"No--that is to say, one was a fisherman"s boy."

"And the other?"

"I thought he belonged to the lot of Whites."

"Should you know them again?"

"I suppose so."

"Will you excuse me, and I will call them into the hall?" said Sir Jasper.

This was effected, and Master George had to identify the boys, after which Sir Jasper elicited that Petros had seen the dirty envelope come out of his brother"s letter, and that his sister had put it into another, which she addressed as he described, and gave into his charge to deliver. Then came the account of the way he had been refused admittance by the porter.

"Why didn"t you give him the letter?" demanded Mr. Stebbing.

"Catch us," responded Sydney Grove, rejoiced at the opportunity, "when what we got was, "Get out, you young rascals!""

Petros more discreetly added--

"My sister wanted it to be given to Mr. Stebbing, so we went up to the house to wait for him, but it got late for school, and I saw the postman drop the letters into the slit in the door, so I thought that would be all right."

"Did you see him do so?" asked Sir Jasper of the independent witness.

"Yes, sir, and he there"--pointing to George--"saw it too, and--"

"Did you?"

"Ay, and thought it like their impudence."

"That will do, my boys," said Sir Jasper. "Now run away."

Mr. White put something into each paw as the door was opened and the pair made their exit.

If Sir Jasper acted as advocate, Mr. White seemed to take the position of judge.

"There can be no doubt," he said, "that the letter containing the notes reached this house."

"No," said Mr. Stebbing hotly. "Why was I not told? Who cleared the letter-box?"

It was the page"s business, but to remember any particular letter on any particular day was quite beyond him, and he only stared wildly and said, "Dun no," on which he was dismissed to the lower regions.

"The address was "Francis Stebbing, Esq.,"" said Sir Jasper meditatively, perhaps like a spider pulling his cord. "Francis--your son"s name. Can he--"

"Mr. White, I"ll thank you to take care what you say of my son!"

exclaimed Mrs. Stebbing; but there was a blank look of alarm on the father"s face.

"Where is he?" asked Mr. White.

"He may be able to explain"--courtesy and pity made the General add.

"No, no," burst out the mother. "He knows nothing of it. Mr. Stebbing, can"t you stand up for your own son?"