id he; "not at all, Samuels."
When Mr Trong called any one by his name twice in one sentence it was a
certain sign that he meant what he said.
"How much was there in the box?" I inquired.
"L23 5 shillings 6 pence," said the manager, referring to his petty cash
account. "There was one five-pound note, but I do not know the number;
the rest was cash."
The messenger was called in and deposed that Mr McCrane had stayed the
previous evening half an hour after every one else, to wind up, as he
said. The witness stated that he heard him counting over some money,
and that when he left he had put out the gas in the office and given
him--the deponent--the key of his--the suspect's--own desk.
"Bring his book," said the manager.
I did so, and we examined it together. The last page had not been added
up, and two of the lines had not been filled out with the amounts in the
money column. Oddly enough, when the two cancelled cheques were looked
at they were found to amount to L21.
"We must go thoroughly into this," said the manager. "It looks worse
and worse. What's this?"
It was a torn piece of paper between two of the leaves of the book, part
of a memorandum in McCrane's handwriting. It read thus:
[A scrap of paper is illustrated here.]
"What do you make of that?" asked the manager. A light dawned on me.
"I wonder if it means Euston, 1:30? Perhaps he's going by that train."
The manager looked at me, then at the clock, and then went to his desk
and took up a Bradshaw.
"1:30 is the train for Rugby, Lancaster, Fleetwood. Samuels!"
"Sir," said I.
"You had better take a cab to Euston, you have just time. If he is
there stop him, or else follow him, and bring him back. If necessary,
get the police to help you, but if you can bring him back without, so
much the better. I'm afraid the L23 is not all; it may turn out to be a
big robbery when we go through his book. I must trust to your judgment.
Take some money with you, L20, in case of emergency. Be quick or you
will be late. Telegraph to me how you succeed."
It was a word and a blow. A quarter of an hour later my hansom dashed
into the yard at Euston just as the warning bell for the 1:30 train was
sounding.
"Where for, sir?" asked a porter. "Any luggage?"
I did not know where I was for, and I had no luggage.
I rushed on to the platform and looked anxiously up and down. It was a
scene of confusion. Groups of non-travellers round
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