CHAPTER V.
AN APPALLING PROSPECT.
Never was an arrival more opportune than when Mr. John Banker stepped into the private office. I fully believe had he come a moment later he would have found me insensible. As it was it took me several seconds to recover my breath.
"John Banker!" ejaculated my uncle, and every line of his features told of his discomfiture.
"What are you doing with Luke?" went on Harry's father. "Let him up.
"None of your business!" growled my uncle.
"I think it is. Luke, get up."
By this time I had somewhat recovered, and I was not slow to obey the command. I arose to my feet, and took my place beside my newly-arrived friend.
"What's it all about?" went on Mr. Banker, turning to me.
"He says I robbed the safe of six thousand dollars," I replied.
