"I'm afraid so, uncle. When he came down here, and I took him about and showed him the place, I remember he asked me what was kept there, and I said you kept your valuable papers there."

"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Uncle Richard.

"But if you do think it could have been Sam--"

"Stop again, sir," cried Uncle Richard; "are you keeping anything back?

Are you sure that you did not recognise him by some word, or when you were near the window? Did you not get a glimpse of his face?"

"No, uncle," said Tom firmly. "I never once had the slightest idea as to whom it could be, till I began to think about it after the struggle, and he had got away. Then I'm afraid I made sure it was he."

"Humph!"

"But if you think it was he, uncle--"

"I do think it was, Tom. I feel sure of it, my boy."

"But you won't punish him, uncle?"

"I have punished him, Tom."

"What, you knew, and you have done this?" cried Tom excitedly, as he sprang from his seat, and caught his uncle by the arm.

"I have punished him, Tom, and most severely."

"Uncle! I'd sooner have given up the money a dozen times over. I wish I'd never known of it. Think what it means. Why, a magistrate would treat him like a thief."

"Well, he is a thief," said Uncle Richard sternly.

"Yes; but oughtn't we to hide it from the world, uncle? He is only a boy, and it will spoil his whole life. I'd give the money, I say, a dozen times over sooner than he should be punished. Boys are stupid and thoughtless, uncle; they often do things in haste that they would not do if they considered first, and such a little thing sometimes means so much afterwards."

"Was this a little thing, Tom?"

"No, uncle," cried Tom piteously; "but it would be so horrible. He is my own cousin."

"Yes, Tom, and my own brother's son."

"Yes, uncle; and he never liked me, and I never liked him, but I can't stand by and let you punish him without saying a word."

"Then you mean to tell me, Tom, that you would let him go scot free, sooner than have him punished for trying to take _again_ what is your heritage?"

"Yes, uncle, I would," cried Tom excitedly, "every penny, sooner than he and my aunt and uncle should come to disgrace."

"But they behaved badly to you, sir."

"Perhaps I deserved some of it, uncle."

"Then you must have been a bad one, Tom."

"Yes, uncle, I'm afraid so. But you will let him off? Perhaps he'll repent and send the papers back."

"The same way as foxes do with the farmers' chickens," said Uncle Richard, smiling.

"Uncle, it is too serious to laugh at," cried Tom indignantly. "Sam Brandon is your own nephew."

"Yes, Tom, and all you say is in vain. I have punished him severely for a cruel, cowardly robbery."

"But you'll do no more, uncle?" cried Tom. "Humph! Well, no, I think I may say that I shall do no more. Possibly I shall never see him again."

"Ah, I don't mind that, uncle," cried Tom anxiously. "But tell me-- how--what you have done. I would not speak to anybody, and kept it all so quiet till you came, uncle, because of that. You--you haven't put it in the hands of the police?"

"How could I, my boy, when I knew nothing of the robbery until you told me this morning?"

"But you said you had punished him, uncle."

"So I have--cruelly."

"I don't understand you," said Tom, with his brow puckered-up, and some of the old ideas about his uncle's sanity creeping back into his mind.

"I suppose not, Tom; but I have punished your cousin all the same-- unconsciously of course."

"I wish you'd tell me what you mean, uncle," said Tom, with his face one ma.s.s of puckers and wrinkles.

"I will, Tom. No; I would never be the man to bring the law to bear on my own brother or nephew, though on your account I should have taken pretty stern measures to enforce rest.i.tution of any papers that had been stolen; but I have, without knowing it, allowed your cousin alone, or perhaps incited, to come down here in my absence, and cunningly attempt to get those deeds back into his or his father's possession."

"Oh, uncle! you don't think--"

"Silence. I don't want to think or surmise, Tom. I only want for you and me to be left alone to our own devices, and you keep interrupting me when I want to explain."

Tom made a deprecating gesture.

"Unconsciously, I say, I have punished your cousin, for he came down here and stole some worthless papers."

"No, uncle," said Tom sadly; "the deeds are gone."

"Yes, my boy," said Uncle Richard; "on second thoughts I felt that it was my duty to place them in a safe depository, and I took them up to London when I went, and saw them locked up in the deed-box with my other valuable papers, and then placed in the strong-room at my lawyer's, where they are out of every would-be scoundrel's reach."

"Uncle!" cried Tom excitedly.

"Well, Tom?"

"I am glad."

"That the papers are safe?"

"Bother the old papers!" cried Tom; "that you have punished him like that."

Then the lad burst into a fit of peculiar laughter, and became calm the moment after.