"Fifty or sixty thousand dollars!" howled Mr. Stillwell. "It isn't quarter of that sum. He left five thousand dollars, and that's all."
"Nonsense, Stillwell, he left more."
"Who knows best, you or I?"
"Never mind; you can't make me believe Luke's father wasn't better off than that."
My uncle pursed up his lips.
"But that isn't here nor there," he said. "Luke has taken the money, and he's got to go to prison."
A look of pain crossed Mr. Banker's face. He and my father had been warm friends, and I well knew that he would do all in his power for me.
"He won't go to prison if I can help it," he said. "Luke, tell me the whole story."
Despite the numerous interruptions from my uncle, I related the particulars of the case. Mr. Banker listened with close attention.
"That sounds like a straight story," he said, when I had concluded. "I can't see but what your son is just as much under suspicion as Luke, Stillwell."
"You don't know anything about it, Banker, and the less you have to do with the matter the better off you will be."
"I'm going to see Luke through."
"What brought you here?"
"I came to take him along with me, if he hadn't
