Part 8 (1/2)

”Jewelry,” answered Wheeler shortly.

”What articles?”

”Never mind. I am inclined to think this casket belongs to the boy.”

”Rodney, you can take it and Mr. Wheeler will probably find his where he left it.”

No objection was made, and the discomfited thief was left a prey to mortification and disappointment.

Rodney handed a dollar to the constable which that worthy official received with thanks, and he and the agent resumed their journey by an afternoon train. They saw nothing further of Louis Wheeler who sent for dinner to be served in his room.

CHAPTER V.

A YOUNG FINANCIAL WRECK.

”You have been very fortunate in recovering your jewels,” said the agent.

”I owe it to you,” replied Rodney gratefully.

”Well, perhaps so. If I have rendered you a service I am very glad.”

”And I am very glad to have found so good a friend. I hope you will let me pay for your ticket to New York.”

”It won't be necessary. The interruption of our journey won't invalidate the ticket we have.”

An hour later they reached New York.

”What are your plans, Rodney?” asked Adin Woods, who by this time had become quite intimate with his young companion.

”I shall call on my guardian, and perhaps he may give me some advice as to what I do. Where would you advise me to go--to a hotel?”

”No; it will be too expensive. I know of a plain boarding house on West Fourteenth Street where you can be accommodated with lodging and two meals--breakfast and supper, or dinner as we call it here--for a dollar a day.”

”I shall be glad to go there, for the present, at least. I haven't much money, and must find something to do as soon as possible.”

”We will both go there, and if you don't object we will take a room together. That will give us a larger apartment. Mrs. Marcy is an old acquaintance of mine, and will give you a welcome.”

Rodney was glad to accept his companion's proposal. They proceeded at once to the boarding house, and fortunately found a good room vacant on the third floor. Mr. Woods went out in the evening to make a call, but Rodney was glad to go to bed at nine o'clock.

The next morning after breakfast Rodney consulted his companion as to what he should do with the casket.

”Do you want to raise money on it?” asked the agent.

”No; I shall not do this unless I am obliged to.”

”Have you any idea as to the value of the jewels?”

”No.”