CHAPTER V.
FRANKLIN VISITS EDISON'S WORKS.
Franklin walked slowly away from the Mace mansion. In some manner he felt the sting of disgrace upon him, and, though he was perfectly innocent, he could not shake off the feeling, which kept growing worse as he thought over what had occurred.
"Mr. Fells is right. I ought to have told him at once," he muttered to himself, as he reached the electrician's place of business. "I might have been sure that Andrew Gresson was there for no good purpose."
The shop was locked up, and the youth sat down on the steps to await Silas Fells's return.
"It isn't fair to treat me in this fashion," he went on, bitterly. "It was not my business to watch Mrs. Mace's jewels, even though I was in the room. I suppose if they are not recovered there will always be some one who will consider me guilty."
At last Silas Fells returned; pushing the little cart before him. His face wore a sour and dark look.
