These will pay my debt to you

He led the way upstairs to the small room which he occupied as a bedroom, and Philip followed him in. The latter carefully closed the door. "I've got 'em," he exclaimed, triumphantly. "The bonds? You don't say!" "As true as you stand there." "Let me see them." Philip drew the bonds from his pocket, and handed them to Congreve. The latter said, joyfully: "You're a trump, Phil!" "Yes, I think I managed pretty well," said Phil, complacently. "Tell me how you did it." So Phil explained. "You were in precious luck, I can tell you. I had no idea things would turn in your favor so. Let me see--here are two one-hundreds." "Yes; that's what you said." "True. Were there more in the trunk?" "Yes; I heard father say there were a thousand dollars in bonds." James Congreve's face was overspread by an expression of covetousness. "It's a pity you didn't take more," he said. "But what was the need of taking more? These will pay my debt to you." "Of course. Still, it seemed such a good chance." "You don't think I'm going to set up as a thief, do you, Congreve?" asked Philip, in surprise. "No, of course not. I didn't mean anything. Well, Phil, the sooner these are disposed of the better." "You are going to attend to that?" "Yes. I believe I will take the next train up to the city." "When will you be back?"