By George! they'll find plenty of new rules.

Ha! ha! ha! I suppose I'd better be opening that desk." Feeling in his pocket, he drew forth the bunch of keys which he had taken by force from his cousin.

One by one he fitted each to the lock, but none of them seemed to work.
"Confound the thing!" he muttered.

"My patience won't last much longer.
Then I'll stave it in with my heel.
"Hello, there!" he cried, as, hearing a slight noise behind him, he wheeled around and found an elderly man, with a pen behind his ear, and a sheet of paper in his hand, standing there.
"Why the deuce didn't you knock ?" he cried, angrily and flushing hotly, for he realized this man must have witnessed his vain attempts to open the desk.

"What do you want ?" he asked sharply and ill-humoredly.
Mr.Conway, the old cashier--for it was he--was looking at him with dilated, amazed eyes; but in a moment he recovered himself.
"You said to come into your office quite as soon as you came this morning, as you wished to see me on particular business, Mr.Armstrong," he replied in the low voice habitual with him.
For an instant the bogus Lester Armstrong's brows were knit closely together; then he said, coolly, sharply: "I've changed my mind; I don't want to see you." Still the man lingered.
"Pardon me," he said.