He was a
broker's clerk in St. Louis, and he made off with something like
eighty thousand dollars in cash."
"Good heavens!" said Anthony. "How did you find out?"
"A bundle of New York papers--they came to-day."
"Where did they catch him?"
"They haven't caught him. He has disappeared completely--that's
the strangest part of it. Your detective didn't die, after all."
"He recovered, did he? I'm mighty glad of that."
"Yes, but you aren't out of the woods yet. I can't understand why
the police haven't discovered your whereabouts. You left New York
openly under the name of Locke--"
"Perhaps it was so easy they overlooked it." He smiled ruefully.
I'd hate to be arrested just now when I'm getting to be such a
good conductor."
"Don't worry about that until the time comes. I'll get you the
papers later." She showed no immediate intention of rising,
however, but sat regarding her visitor with slightly heightened
color. He began to feel embarrassed. It seemed to be his fate to
receive benefits at this woman's hand, whether he willed it or
not.
He got to his feet with an effort, and said, looking down upon
her:
"I must go now; but first I want to make you feel how grateful I
am for your kindness and for your continued trust in me.
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