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The object of the league, as I shook it out of the head leaguer by the ear, was to catch the head bookkeeper, whom the boys didn't like, and whom they called the black caitiff, alone in the vault some night while he was putting away his books, slam the door, and turn the combination on him.
The barber asked the banker for his views and reviewed the financier's opinion to the judge while a farmer and a preacher listened. The milliner told her customers about it and the stenographer discussed it with the bookkeeper. In the homes, on the streets, and, later in the day, throughout the country, the shock of the crime was felt.
"That's my name," said the bookkeeper, casting a glance of quick suspicion at the caller. "Glad to know you, Mr. Stiles," smiled Kendrick, holding out his hand, and he passed his card, dropping his voice to a more confidential tone. "I wonder if you'll do me the honor to take lunch with me in an hour's time, or if that's not convenient ?" "Why? What do you want?"
In his contract of partnership with Barbier he had reserved for himself the offices of bookkeeper and cashier, signing papers and soliciting orders, while his associate was to attend to the technical end of the enterprise.
"I haven't a doubt of it, Ned," Houston replied, with an air of confidence rather surprising to his friend; "in fact, I think I will be as glad to meet him as you yourself;" then, as Rutherford's eyes expressed considerable wonder at such unexpected cordiality, he continued: "I've been thinking, for some time, Ned, that the friendship you have shown for the low-salaried clerk and bookkeeper whom you met on your way out here, deserves some degree of confidence in return, and this evening seems to be the best time for giving you a little explanation regarding the man whom you have called your friend for the last few weeks."
The bookkeeper heaved a mighty sigh of relief. "That job's off my hands for six months or more," he said, with evident satisfaction. Dick could just catch the little chuckle that the receiving teller allowed to escape him upon hearing this remark; but by no look did Mr. Winslow betray his consciousness of a knowledge of the truth. Things went on for two days just about as usual.
"Duppy come! Duppy come! Massa Tom Cringle ghost stand at for we door; we all shall dead, oh we all shall go dead, oh!" bellowed the father of gods, my old ally Jupiter. "Guid guide us, that's an awful sicht!" quod the Scotch bookkeeper.
"I think he was, sir about a month ago. He started to help me clean the windows, but he was too clumsy and I made him give it up." "I remember him!" cried the bookkeeper. "He was at the window, Mr. Rush, while you were at the safe. He must have watched you work the combination." For an instant there was a dead silence in the bankers' offices. Charles Rush looked blankly at his bookkeeper.
Being now of mature years, I realized the necessity of settling down to something, if for no other reason than that I might gain a little more stability of character. Accordingly, I accepted a position as bookkeeper in a flour-mill. I remained at it longer than I ever had at anything. After a few months, however, it seemed that the close confinement indoors did not agree with me.
But father was more absorbed than ever, more away from home. He wrote often in the evening, and pored over ledgers with his bookkeeper. Late at night I found him sorting and reading papers. He forgot us. But Fanny, as he grew forgetful, improved as housekeeper. Her energy was untiring; she waited so much on him that I grew forgetful of him.
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