The Sword of Damocles: A Story of New York LifeGreen, Anna Katharine
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The Sword of Damocles: A Story of New York Life
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
a little sore over the fact that her husband never entrusted her with
any of his secrets. ‘Then,’ said he, ‘listen to those three numbers that
I give you; and turn the knob accordingly,’ explaining the matter in a
way best calculated to enlighten her as to what she had to do. She
professed herself as understanding perfectly and went off in quite a
flutter of satisfaction to accomplish her task. But though he did not
know it at the time, it seems that her heart failed her when she got
into the hall, and struck with fear lest she should forget the numbers
before she got to the foot of the stairs, she came back, and carefully
wrote them down on a piece of paper, armed with which she started for
the second time to fulfil her task. The watchman was in the bank when
she entered, and to his expressions of surprise, she answered that her
husband was ill and that she was going to open the vaults. He offered to
help her, but she stared at him with astonishment, and waiting till he
had walked to the other end of the bank, proceeded to the vault door,
and after carefully consulting the paper in her hand, was about to turn
the knob as directed, when Hopgood himself came into the room. He was
too anxious, he said, to keep in bed, and though he trembled at every
step, came forward and accomplished the task himself. He did not see the
paper in his wife’s hand, nor notice her when she tore it up and threw
the pieces in the waste-basket near-by, but the watchman may have
observed her, and as it afterwards proved, did; and thus became
acquainted with the combination that unlocked the outer vault doors.”
“Humph!” broke in Mr. Sylvester, “if this is true, why didn’t Hopgood
inform me of the matter when I questioned him so closely?”
“Because he had forgotten the circumstance. He was in a fever at the
time, and having eventually unlocked the vault himself, lost sight of
the fact that he had previously sent his wife to do it. He went back to
his bed after the clerks came in, and did not get up again till night.
He may have thought the whole occurrence part of the delirium which more
than once assailed him that day.”
“I remember his being sick,” said Bertram; “it was two or three days
before the robbery.”
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