money, after they had been gummed down. "It is doubly safe," he would
say.

"Ay, to be sure," replied Mr. Galloway. "I went off in a hurry, and did
not do it. Bring me the wax."

Arthur handed him the wax and a light. Mr. Galloway sealed the letter,
stamping it with the seal hanging to his watch-chain. He then held out
his hand for another of the letters, and sealed that. "And this one
also?" inquired Arthur, holding out the third.

"No. You can take them now."

Arthur departed. A few paces from the door he met Roland Yorke, coming
along in a white heat.

"Channing, I could not help it--I could not, upon my honour. I had to
go somewhere with Knivett, and we were kept till now. Galloway's in an
awful rage, I suppose?"

"He has only just come in. You had no right to play me this trick,
Yorke. But for Hamish, I must have locked up the office. Don't you do
it again, or Mr. Galloway may hear of it."

"It is all owing to that confounded Jenkins!" flashed Roland. "Why did
he go and get his head smashed? You are a good fellow, Arthur. I'll do
you a neighbourly turn, some time."

He sped into the office, and Arthur walked to the post with the
letters. Coming back, he turned into Mrs. Jenkins's shop in the High