It was by the side of the wall that, with his companion, he now stands, contemplating an act, which, if not criminal, is a breach of the implicit trust placed in him by the officers of the Webster National Bank, at least. And now the old church-yard is robed in white, the snow flakes bearing downward the branches of the spreading trees, covering the tombs and graves of the dead--we doubt very much if the souls of many who lie beneath are as white as the ground above their moldering bones. Detective Cutts turned the corner of Rector street, and moved silently along the church-yard wall. It was now twelve o'clock and after--in fact, the bell of Old Trinity had rung out the midnight hour before they passed the corner of Fulton street and Broadway. The storm had increased as the night advanced, Broadway was deserted, and not a soul could be seen moving on Rector street from end to end. For the evil-doer no better night could be found than this--even the policemen had sought shelter in friendly doorways from the pitiless storm. "By George! but this is a nasty night!" said the detective, in a low whisper, coming to a halt beneath the shadow of the wall. "Now, where in thunder are those fellows, I'd like to know? They promised to be on the corner at midnight and wait until we came." "Well, we can do without them," said Frank, uneasily, beginning already to repent of the step he had taken. "For my part, I can't see what we want with them, anyhow. The thing don't amount to anything, after all." The liquor of which he had partaken so freely was beginning to tell on him. He mistrusted his companion, he mistrusted himself; he was anxious to do what he had undertaken and begun. After all, it was but a little thing, and with the money he could do so much. He had been trying to persuade himself, but with ill success, during the walk down-town, that it amounted to just nothing, after all. "Why, I only want them with us for your own protection, my dear boy," replied Cutts. "I'm as square as a die myself, and I want you to see that everything I do is entirely open and above the board. "By the way, you've got a key to the side door of the bank, I suppose?" "Yes; the cashier and myself carry that." "And you tell me there's no watchman in the bank?" "No; otherwise I should not be here, of course. This corner is so prominent that they never thought it worth their while to keep one employed. It's lucky for you, Cutts, that they think as they do." "I should say so," replied the detective, with a slightly marked emphasis. "And that being the case, we can slip in that side door and through the hall as easily as you please." Now, there are two entrances to the Webster National Bank. One from Broadway and one from Rector street. It was to the latter that Detective Cutts referred.