There was no other alarm that day; there was only the incessant fear, the incessant watchfulness that made him shrink from every eye that glanced his way, and which, when office hours were over, sent him scuttling to the subway like a rabbit to its hole. At supper, his father brought up again the subject of the taxes and the interest on the mortgage. The latter would be due at the end of the following week, and the former was long overdue. With the added interest on both, he owed two hundred and sixty-odd dollars, of which he had borrowed from old friends a hundred and fifteen. Between the sum due and that in hand, there was a gap which he didn’t see how to fill. "We’ll get it somehow, daddy," Jennie said, encouragingly. "Don’t begin worrying." "No; Ted’ll rob the bank," Gussie laughed, flippantly. Teddy was on his feet, shaking his fist across the table. "See here, Miss Gus; that’s just about—" Gussie laughed up at him, still more flippantly. "You haven’t robbed it already, have you? Momma, do make him behave." "Children, don’t squabble, please! Teddy darling, Gussie was only poking a little fun. Sit down and have some more hash. It’s made with beets in it, just the way you like it. I was reading," she continued, to divert the minds of the company, "of that teller at the Wyndham National—" "Nicholson," Josiah put in. "I used to know him when I was at the Hudson River Trust. Sharp-eyed little ferret face, he was. Twenty-three thousand, extending over a period of five years. Often had lunch with him at the same counter. Blueberry pie was a favorite of his." "Twenty-three thousand, extending over a period of five years!" Teddy repeated that to himself. He wondered that it hadn’t struck him when he heard the fellows at the bank discussing the arrest. One of them had claimed "inside dope" as to how Nicholson had covered up his tracks, and explained the process. Teddy hadn’t listened to that, because the magnitude of the theft had excluded its bearing on his own. But there it was forcing itself on his attention, like Pansy’s cold nose pressed at that minute against his hand. You could have five years’ leeway, and never be suspected. He pumped his father for further details as to Nicholson’s life, learning that he had owned his home at Leffingwell Manor, where he had been a member of the golf club and a church goer. At his own fears Teddy smiled inwardly. Twenty dollars, which would certainly be paid back in the course of a few weeks! Already he had saved seventy cents toward the restoration, just by going without his lunch, with a few economies in car fares. If he could pawn his best suit of clothes, he would have the whole sum within a fortnight. The suit had been bought for twenty-six dollars, and would certainly bring in ten. It would be a matter of dodging his mother and getting it out of the closet in her room, where she kept it in order to regulate his use of it.