road, or aren't you?"

"I am."

"In that case"--he produced a paper--"it becomes my duty to relieve you."

Harvey looked at the paper; it was an order from Judge Black appointing
McNally receiver for M. & T. Harvey handed it back, saying, coolly,--

"Sit down, Mr. McNally."

"I have no time to waste, West. You will please turn over the books."

"They are in the vault," said Harvey, pointing to the side door.

McNally looked sharply at Harvey, but the young man had turned to a pile
of letters. After a moment's hesitation McNally opened the door and pulled
at the steel gate. As he was peering through the bars, a heavy hand fell
on his shoulder.

"Here!" said a low voice. "You'll have to keep away from that vault."

"Take your hand away!" McNally ordered.

"Come, now! Move on!"

"Mr. West, under whose orders is this man acting?"

"His superior officer's, I suppose," Harvey called through the door
without rising.