Conduct of life -- Fiction; Railroads -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
"I am only seventeen."
"I don't understand it."
"Nor do I," answered Fred, smiling, "but Mr. Wainwright is right in
supposing that I will do my best for him."
"Does he give you full powers in this matter?"
"Read this letter and you can judge for yourself."
The sick man eagerly held out his hand, and read carefully the letter
which Fred placed in it. It ran thus:
JAMES SINCLAIR: The bearer of this letter has full powers to treat with
you. I am glad you realize the wrong you have done me, and am prepared
to consider your case in a generous spirit. The theft is known only to
those who committed it, my young messenger and myself. On the return of
the bonds I will take you back into my employment.
JOHN WAINWRIGHT.
Tears came to the eyes of Sinclair.
"How kind and considerate Mr. Wainwright is!" he said in a tone of
emotion. "Read this letter."
"You are right, but I would do the same."
Sinclair extended his hand which Fred shook cordially.
"I am not as bad as you may suppose. It was Bowman who, by his artful
hints and allurements, induced me to rob my employer. I have never
ceased to repent it."
"Are you prepared to restore the bonds? That will set you right."
"When I wrote the letter I was prepared, but now I must depend on you
to find them."
"You don't know where they are?" asked Fred in dismay.
"No. You see that trunk at the other end of the room?"
"Yes."
"They were there until three days ago. Then Bowman, who kept the key,
opened the trunk in my presence, and took out the package of bonds,
locking the trunk after him."
"'What are you doing?' I asked.
"'Going to put these bonds into a place of security,' he answered.
"'Are they not safe in the trunk?' I asked.
"'No;' he replied, 'suppose, during my absence, a thief should enter
the house? You are confined to the bed by rheumatism. What resistance
could you make?'
"'But that is very improbable,' I persisted.
"'I don't know about that. This is a lonely cottage, and might be
entered at any time,' he rejoined.
"'Where are you going to put the bonds?' I asked uneasily,
"He evaded a reply, but promised to tell me when I recovered my health.
I protested, for we were jointly concerned in the robbery, and half the
proceeds belonged to me. At any rate, I had as much title to them as
he. But the contest was not an equal one. Had I been a well man I would
have forcibly prevented his carrying out his purpose, but what could I
do, racked with pain as I was, and unable to sit up in bed? I was worse
off then than I am now."
"So he carried off the bonds?"
"Yes, and I don't know where he carried them. You see, that complicates
matters."
"I do see," answered Fred, perplexed, "and I don't see the way out of
the difficulty. Have you any idea where he can have concealed the
securities?"
"No."
"Do you think he would keep them in his room at the hotel? It is just
across the hall from mine, on the second floor."
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