cernedly I could see that my uncle was tremendously interested. Like a flash it came over me that perhaps this was one of the reasons he did not wish me to spend any time at Harry Banker's home. Mr. Banker might take it into his head to ask me how I was being treated, and that might lead to trouble.
"Never mind; but I'm going to find out before long."
"And you are going to prison before long, unless you hand over what you took from the safe."
"I am not afraid of you, Mr. Stillwell. I have always done right. But I'm going to know something about myself, and soon. I have a letter in my pocket that tells me that Mr. Banker was to be my guardian, and I'm going to know why he is not."
Mr. Stillwell glared at me. If he could have eaten me up I believe he would have done so.
"You have a letter?" he cried hoarsely. "Who from?"
"That is my business."
"And I'll make it mine. Hand it over this instant!"
"Not much."
"I say you will."
"And I say no."
I was sorry I had spoken of the letter. I could
