Conduct of life -- Fiction; Railroads -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
"We have no room at present," said the clerk, politely, "but by the
middle of the forenoon we shall undoubtedly have a few vacancies. Will
that answer?"
"Oh, yes," said Palmer easily. "I am in no special hurry for a room,
but will take breakfast and go out for a walk."
It did occur to Mr. Palmer that the valise, containing as it did the
bonds stolen from Mr. Carver in Elmira, should be carefully guarded.
However, it would surely be as safe in the care of the hotel clerk of
the Clifton as in any hotel room, and probably even safer. So he ate
breakfast with an easy mind, and then, purchasing a cigar, took a walk
along the road which presents the best views of the Falls.
Mr. Palmer felt very complacent.
"It is a blessing to gentlemen in my profession," he soliloquized,
"that Canada is so conveniently near. Here the minions of the law
cannot touch us for any little indiscretion committed under the stars
and stripes. I hear people talking of annexing Canada to the States,
but to that I am unalterably opposed. I should have to retire from
business, and I am not able to do that at present."
He was standing at a convenient point surveying the Falls, when he felt
a light touch on his shoulder. Such was the force of habit that Mr.
Palmer started violently, and turned round nervously.
It was a stout man with a smiling face that confronted him.
"Ha, Palmer!" said the new arrival. "Did you mistake me for----"
"How are you, Wellington? I am glad to see you."
"Instead of----"
"Oh, pshaw! A man naturally starts when he is tapped on the shoulder
unexpectedly."
"I see. You were admiring the Falls."
"Yes."
"There is a good deal of romance in your composition, my dear Palmer,"
said his friend banteringly. "Anything new?"
"Well, yes," said Palmer, glancing around him cautiously.
"Made a strike, eh?"
"Well, something of the sort."
"What is it?"
"I managed to have a stroke of luck at Elmira, yesterday afternoon."
"How much did you get away with?"
"Hush! don't speak so plainly. Suppose any one should hear you?"
"My dear fellow, there is no one within two hundred yards."
"Well, there must be five thousand dollars in bonds and money."
"Very neat, upon my word! You are in luck!"
"How about you?"
"I made a small raise at Buffalo--a paltry three hundred dollars'
worth. It was hardly worth the trouble of taking. Still, a man must
live."
"To be sure!"
"Now with what you picked up you can live a year or two in comfort.
Upon my soul, I envy you. Are you suspected?"
"I have managed to divert suspicion, I think;" and Palmer told his
friend the story of his secreting the gold watch and chain in Fred's
luggage.
"Very shrewd!" said his friend approvingly. "Palmer, you are a credit
to our profession. I shall be content to take lessons of you."
"Oh, you are only joking," said Palmer, his expression showing,
however, that he felt proud of the compliment.
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