honest or he was a most hardened thief, and somehow he felt that the boy could not be the latter. He had always found him so truthful and thoughtful and obliging. There seemed nothing bad about the boy. And yet where could that note be if he had not taken it?
And again he walked back into the office, and commenced a search more careful and diligent than before, but all without avail; the note was nowhere to be found.
Sorely puzzled what to do, he left the office once more, and had scarcely got into the street when he stumbled across Police-inspector Sharp.
"Good afternoon," said the inspector, touching his hat.
"Good afternoon," said Mr. Lawrence, passing on. He had not gone many steps, however, before he turned back.
"I don't know but that it is a fortunate thing. Sharp, that I have met you," he said. "The fact is, I'm in a bit of a difficulty, and I don't know a more likely man than you to help me out."
"I'm at your service, sir," said Mr. Sharp, "and if I can render you any assistance, I shall be most happy to do so."
"Well, the fact is," said Mr. Lawrence, and he went on to tell all the circumstances connected with the missing note, and finished up by saying, "But somehow I cannot for the life of me believe the boy has stolen it."
"Indeed, now,** said Mr. Sharp, putting on a professional air, "I cannot for the life of me believe that the urchin has not stolen it. So you see my difficulty is in the opposite direction, Mr. Lawrence."
