Willis Ford ascended the steps of the broker's residence with a jaunty step. The servant admitted him, but he met Grant in the hall. "Won't you come upstairs, Mr. Ford?" he said. Willis Ford nodded superciliously. "Your stay in the house will be short, young man," he thought. "You had better make the most of it." He was ushered not into the housekeeper's room, but into a sitting-room on the second floor. He found Mr. Reynolds and his stepmother there already. Both greeted him, the broker gravely, but his stepmother cordially. Grant did not come in. "I have come as you requested, Mr. Reynolds," he said. "I suppose it's about the bonds. May I ask if you have discovered anything new?" "I think I have," answered the broker, slowly. The housekeeper looked surprised. If anything new had b

