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"Because he drinks so," she replied. "I wish to get some information from him; that is all," I returned. As I concluded a heavy step sounded in the hall, and an instant later Sammy Simpson appeared. He had evidently been imbibing freely, for his voice was thick and his sentences muddled. "Hello!" he cried. "You here already, eh! What brought you? Want to find out all about Chris Holtzmann?"
I have papers here belonging to Woodward, Holtzmann, and Ferguson to prove it. There is no use for you to deny it, and if you insist and make it necessary to call in the police " "No, no! Please don't do that, I beg of you," she cried. "Then will you do as I wish?" "But my reputation? It will be gone forever," she moaned. "It will be gone anyway, if you have to go to prison," observed Mr.
"I want to hunt up this Holtzmann, and find out what he knows about my father's affairs. I'm satisfied that he is as deep in it as Mr. Woodward or John Stumpy, and if I can only by some means get him to tell what he knows, I may accomplish a good deal." My Uncle Enos put his hand upon my shoulder; "Well, Roger, you're a brave boy, and I'll trust you.
"Gone?" repeated the merchant. "Get out, Holtzmann! He was never here." "I say he was, less than two minutes ago." "Well, where is he now?" "I don't know. Ha! I see it! He has jumped through the windows. See how he has upset the ink and scattered the papers. It's as clear as day." "Can you see anything of him outside?" Chris Holtzmann leaned out of the window.
Chris Holtzmann had helped in the scheme, and John Stumpy had presented one of the checks, for which service he had received six hundred dollars. This much was clear to me. But two other points still remained dark. One was of a certain Ferguson connected with the scheme, who seemed to be intimate with my father. He was probably the man my father had mentioned when we had visited him at the prison.
I did not relish the idea of going into such a place, and I knew that my sister Kate and the Widow Canby would be horrified when they heard of it. "What kind of a man is this Holtzmann?" I continued, seeing that the man I had accosted was inclined to talk. "Oh, he's a good enough kind of a fellow if you know how to take him," was the reply.
"These men must be thorough rascals, every one of them. Of course it yet remains to be seen what this Chris Holtzmann has to do with the affair. He may be made to give evidence for or against your father just as he is approached. I think I would be careful at the first meeting." "I did not intend to let him know who I was." "A good plan."
Come, I will go with you. Perhaps this Holtzmann may be frightened into a confession." "I trust so. It will save a good deal of trouble." "Woodward can be taken into custody as soon as the necessary papers are made out," concluded. Mr. Harrison. An instant later we were on the way. I wondered what had become of John Stumpy. It was strange that he had not turned up at the Palace of Pleasure.
It filled several sheets of paper, and it took over half an hour. It contained but little more than what my readers already know or suspect. She knew positively that Mr. Aaron Woodward was the forger of the checks, Holtzmann had presented them, and Ferguson had so altered the daily reports that my father had unwittingly made a false showing on his books. About Weaver she knew nothing.
Aaron Woodward and Chris Holtzmann. On seeing the party on the ground below, the merchant stopped his horse and jumped out. "How do you do, Mrs. Canby?" he said, as he came over to the fence without catching sight of me. "Pretty well, Mr. Woodward," was the widow's reply. "Have you heard anything of your money yet?" went on the merchant, with apparent concern. "Oh, yes " and the widow hesitated.
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