'To feel that they are gone--gone--gone--it is cruel.--George, you don't understand it. You are young: as yet you have no money.--Checkley, you have saved----' 'Me? Oh! A trifle, a trifle.' But he covered his mouth with his hand to conceal the smile of satisfaction. 'You are reputed rich.' 'No--no--no. Not rich. My chances have been few. I have not let them go. But rich? No--no.' 'How would you regard the loss--the robbery of your property--Checkley?' The old clerk shook his head. He had no words adequate to the question. 'Apart from the loss,' Mr. Dering went on, 'there is the sense of insecurity. I felt it once before when the other forgery took place. There seems no safety anywhere. Papers that I keep in my private safe, to which no one has a key but myself, which I never leave open if I leave the room even to go into another room, are taken. Cheque-books which I keep there are taken out and cheques stolen. Finally, things are put in--the bundle of notes--for instance. I say that I feel a sense of helplessness, as if everything might be taken from me and I should be powerless to resist.' 'Let us first get back the certificates,' said George, 'and we will find out and defeat this gang, if it is a gang, of confederates. Yes--it is as you say--the ground itself seems sinking beneath one's feet--when one's own investments are sold for nothing by a letter so like your own writing that it would deceive anybody.' 'Done in the office,' Checkley murmured--'in the office. Same as last time. Well--we shall find him--we shall find him.' He began to bundle the papers back into the safe, murmuring: 'Same as last time--done in the office--we shall find him--we shall find him. We found him before, and we'll find him now.' CHAPTER XII THE FIRST FIND 'Yes,' said George thoughtfully, 'a day or two ought to unravel this matter. We must first, however, before going to the Police, find out as much as we can ourselves. Let me take up the case by myself for a bit.' 'No--no,' Checkley grumbled. 'Police first. Catch the man first.' 'Put aside everything,' said the Chief, 'everything, George. Forget everything until you have found out the mystery of the conspiracy.' 'It looks to me like a Long Firm,' George went on--'a Long Firm with a sham name and a respectable address. Of course there is no such person, really, as Edmund Gray.' 'It is not only the loss--perhaps, let us hope'--Mr. Dering sighed--'only a temporary loss; if a real loss, then a most terrible blow--not only that, but it is the sense of insecurity. No one ever found out about that cheque--and here are the notes in the safe all the time.' 'He put 'em in,' said Checkley.