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"Well, then," I put in hastily, "can't you approach him or someone close to him, and get " "Say," interrupted Carton, "anything that took place in that private dining-room at Gastron's would be just as likely to incriminate Langhorne and some of his crowd as not. It is a difference in degree of graft that is all. They don't want an open fight. It was just a piece of finesse on Langhorne's part.
"I wonder if you would excuse me while I drop downstairs to look over things there perhaps ingratiate myself with that Titian? Tell Miss Kendall about our visit to Langhorne's office while I am gone, Walter." There was not much that I could tell except the bare facts, but I thought that Miss Kendall seemed especially interested in the broker's reticence about his stenographer.
I heard he had some secret, so one night I takes him up to Farrell's and gets him stewed and he tells me. Then when I wants to use it, bingo! there I am with the goods." "And the girl Betty Blackwell what did she have to do with it?" pursued Craig. "Did you get into the office, learn Langhorne's habits, and so on, from her?" Dopey Jack looked at us in disgust.
Carton seemed to regard him as if he were some uncanny mortal. For, there in the steel plate, was a hole. As I looked at the clean-cut edges, I saw that it was smaller but identical in nature with that which we had seen in the safe in Langhorne's office. "Wonderful!" ejaculated Carton. "What is it?" "Thermit," was all Kennedy said, as just a trace of a smile of satisfaction flitted over his face.
The boy carefully studied and made notes upon Robertson, Hume, Gibbon, Watson, Hooke, Langhorne's Plutarch, Burnet's History of His Own Time, Millar's Historical View of the English Government, Mosheim's Ecclesiastical History.
Of Greece I had seen at that time no regular history, except school abridgments and the last two or three volumes of a translation of Rollin's Ancient History, beginning with Philip of Macedon. But I read with great delight Langhorne's translation of Plutarch.
"Someone uncommonly clever or instructed by someone uncommonly clever, must have done that job at Langhorne's," added Craig. "Have you any idea who might pull off such a thing for Dorgan or Murtha?" he asked of Carton. "There's a possible suspect," answered Carton slowly, "but since I've seen this wonderful exhibition of what thermit can do, I'm almost ashamed to mention his name.
Miss Ashton seemed to be more than interested in the story of the disappearance of Langhorne's stenographer. As Carton unfolded the meagre details of what we knew so far, Miss Ashton appeared to be torn by conflicting opinions. The more she thought of what might possibly have happened to the unfortunate girl, the more aroused about the case she seemed to become.
You thought I didn't see you, but you hardly took your eyes off her while I was in the hallway waiting to hear the verdict." It was Langhorne's turn to defend himself. "It wasn't so much Margaret Ashton as that fellow Carton I was watching," he answered hastily. "Then you you haven't forgotten poor little me?" she inquired with a sincere plaintiveness in her voice.
And I found Langhorne's "Plutarch" too, I remember, on those shelves. It seems queer to me now to think that I acquired pride and self-respect, the idea of a state and the germ of public spirit, in such a furtive fashion; queer, too, that it should rest with an old Greek, dead these eighteen hundred years to teach that. The school I went to was the sort of school the Bladesover system permitted.
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