CHAPTER VIII.
On the day of our appointment for dinner at Mr.Paddington's the newspapers were filled with accounts of a sensational bank robbery, which had occurred in Wall Street the night before.

Between midnight and one o'clock in the morning, thieves had entered the Metropolitan Bank, overpowered the watchman, broken into the vaults and stolen half a million dollars in currency without leaving any clew behind them of the slightest value to the police.

The subject interested Rayel intensely, and at our breakfast that morning we talked of little else.
"When they have found the thieves what will they do with them ?" he asked.
"Send them to prison," I answered, "where thieves are kept apart from the rest of humanity." "And yet these thieves were not in prison.

They could not have robbed the bank if they had been in prison." "True, but there are a good many thieves in the world who are not suspected.

They look like honest men and are highly successful in concealing their dishonesty." "I should think," he said thoughtfully, "that one would know a thief by his face." "Remember," said I, "that all men are not like you.