He had been stealing along from the bank for about a year,--worked, for them, you see." "The Empire Consolidated Savings Bank!" Auntie Sue spoke the words in a voice that was little more than a whisper.

It was to the Empire Consolidated Savings Bank that she had sent the money which she had received from her brother in Buenos Aires; and Homer T.Ward, the president of that bank, was one of her old pupils.

Why, her stranger guest, in the other room there, was that very moment wearing one of the bank president's nightshirts.
"And do you"-- Auntie Sue addressed the detective--"do you know the man's name, Mr.Ross ?" "Oh, yes," returned the officer, "his name is Brian Kent." Some source of strength, deep-hidden in her gentle nature, enabled Auntie Sue to control her emotions, though her voice broke a little as she slowly repeated the man's name, "Brian Kent.

And do I understand, sir, that you have traced the man to this--neighborhood ?" The detective was too skilled not to notice Auntie Sue's manner and the break in her voice; but he never dreamed that this old gentlewoman's agitation was caused by a deeper interest than a quite natural fear that a dangerous criminal might be lurking in the immediate vicinity.
"Not exactly, Mrs .-- ah--" "Miss Wakefield,"-- she supplied her name with a smile.
With a courteous bow, the detective continued: "We do not know for sure that the man is in this neighborhood, Miss Wakefield.

There is really no cause for you to be alarmed.