Criminals -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Robbery -- Fiction
"But I wasn't going to do that. 'The safe door is opened,' I cried. 'Did
you do it?' She didn't know what to say. I have never seen a woman in
such a state; then she whispered in awful agitation, 'Yes; I've been
given the combination by Mr. Stoughton. I'm duly following his orders.
But my father! What about my father? You frightened me so I forgot
that--' I waited, staring at her, but she didn't finish. She just
asked, 'My father? What has happened to him?' 'Nothing serious,' I
managed to say. I wished the old father was in ballyhack. But he'd
served his turn; I must say that he'd served his turn. 'A telephone
message,' I went on. 'He had had a nervous spell and wanted you. I said
that you could go home at noon.' She stood looking at me doubtfully;
then her eyes stole back to the safe. 'You will have to leave me here
for a few minutes,' she said. 'I have Mr. Stoughton's business to attend
to. He will not be pleased at my having given away his secret. He did
not wish it known who controlled his affairs in his absence, but now
that you do know, you will be doing the right thing to let me go on in
the way he has planned for me. His orders must be carried out.'
"She is very determined, and understands herself only too well, but I
am manager, and I paid her back in her own coin. 'That's all very well,'
said I, 'but what proof have I that you are telling me the truth? You
have opened the safe--you say you have the combination--but people
sometimes surprise a combination and open a safe from other interests
than those of their employer. You seem a good girl, but _you are a
girl_, and there are men here much more likely to be in Mr. Stoughton's
confidence than yourself. With that open safe before us I cannot leave
you here alone. What you take from it I must see, and if possible be
present at your negotiations. That I consider a manager's duty under the
circumstances.' 'Mr. Fellows,' she asked, 'can you read this morning's
telegram?' 'No,' I felt bound to reply. 'Then that acquits you. I can.'
And again she tried to urge me to go out. But I would not be urged. I
was staring across the room at the open safe and in fancy clutching its
contents. In fact, I made one step toward them. But she drew herself up
with such an air that I paused. She's a big girl, you know, and not to
be fooled with when she's angry. 'Come a step farther and I will scream
for the watchman,' she whispered. All our talk had been low, for there
were listening ears everywhere--we couldn't risk that, and I stepped
back. Immediately she saw her advantage, and added, 'If you do not think
better of it and leave the room, I'll scream.' For answer to this I said
that I----"
CHAPTER X
"_I have a scheme_"
"What?"
A yell answered him.
"Something hit me! Something hit me!"
"Yes, I hit you; and I'll hit you again if you don't go on."
Fellows shivered, attempted some puerile protest, balked, and
stammeringly obeyed his restless and irritated companion.
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