"That depends on this gentleman here. If he will peacefully restore to
my young friend here yonder jewel casket I am willing to let him go.
Otherwise--" and he glanced at Wheeler significantly.

"Perhaps I have made a mistake," admitted the thief. "I had a casket
exactly like this. Possibly I have taken the wrong one."

"I have the key to the casket here," said Rodney, "and I can tell you
without opening it what it contains."

"What did yours contain?" asked the agent.

"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.