When I communicated this to Aunt Helen she said I was crazy. The idea
of returning home just on the eve of realization seemed to her
preposterous; she would not hear of it. But I was equally firm, and
announced my intention of leaving on the morrow.
But before I went, I wished to have one more glimpse of the condition of
the banking-house of Francis Prime and Company; and in order to make my
scrutiny as thorough as possible I planned not to return until dark. I
was curious to get a close look at my hero, and this seemed most
feasible when he was leaving the office for the day. At that time there
would be little likelihood of any one noticing me, if I stood by the
door as he came out.
The afternoon passed without incident, save that I saw the Honorable
Ernest Ferroll go into Mr. Dale's office, where he remained some time.
He happened to meet me face to face on the street, but I justly had
acquired by this time complete faith in my disguise. He betrayed no sign
of recognition, and the flush that rose to my cheeks was a badge of
quite unnecessary alarm. The hours slipped by, and the street grew
still. The gas was lighted in the inner offices, and few but clerks,
figuring up the profits or losses of the day, were left down-town. It
was getting dark, and I was growing impatient. I sat down in the
door-way of the building next adjoining, to rest. I had purposely made
myself look as dilapidated as possible, and the natural presumption in
the mind of any one would have been that I was friendless and needy, for
I felt tired enough to make a weary air very natural at the moment.
As it chanced, my old enemy the policeman came sauntering by, and his
cold eye fell on me with a chilling scrutiny. He stopped and said:--
"Didn't I tell you to move on, young woman? We don't want the likes of
you loafing about here."
"I am tired and resting. I am waiting for some one," I answered, too
much alarmed to take much account of my words.
"Yes, I dare say. He's forgotten to keep his engagement, and has gone
home for the day. He asked me himself to tell you so. Come, move on, and
don't let me see you hanging around any more, or I'll find an engagement
for you that will last sixty days. Come, march!"
"Sir!" I exclaimed in a tone of indignation, having partially recovered
my presence of mind, "what right have you to insult a lady? I tell you I
have business here. If you don't instantly leave me, I will have you
discharged to-morrow!"
"Do, my beauty! and lest you should oversleep yourself in the morning,
and not be on hand to keep your word, come with me now."
He reached out his hand to seize me by the arm, and all my fears
returned. But at that instant I heard a voice, and to my mingled relief
and consternation the face of Francis Prime appeared over my tormentor's
shoulder.
"What is the matter, officer?"
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