The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-11-13
the surprise of his companion, drew out

the surprise of his companion, drew out
$4,000
and verified the vaults had been closed
and the time locks set. The banks
throughout the city had closed. Mr..
Whitfield walked behind Eugene as they
left the bank and entered the cab. At the
Office Eugene placed the bulky packages
in a small black satchel which he kept
there ready packed for sudden Journeys.
With the satchel upon his desk before him
he closed his labors of the day and then
stepped through to Mr.. Whitfeld's room
to say that he would not wait to ride homo
with him.
"Are you going to take that money to
the house ?" asked Mr.. Withheld.
Eyes; think it will be better than to
leave it in this safe"
Hadn't better 60 with your"
mo; nobody will suspect this bag. It
is safer than an iron chest"
So the young man entered cab and was
driven away. When he reached home he
went directly to his room, placed the
satchel in a dark corner of his closet and
threw a coat carelessly over it. After dim
ner he left Emily three or four times on
the veranda. where they had gone to enjoy
the first warmth Of the spring, and ran up
stairs 70 take peep into the dark closet.
The servants were doubtless trustworthy,
but il cost nothing to be on guard.
That night when he had extinguished
his light he placed his cane against the
closet door in such a manner that it must
fail noisily if the door were moved. In
the morning the cane was as he
over eS the satcheI. Wnen Eugene
went to breakfast he took the satchel
with him and set it on the dining room
floor. After breakfast he waited in the
drawing room with Mr.. Whitfield and the
ladies till the carriage came around. Then,
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and daughter, Eugene walked toward the
door.
Suddenly he stopped and turned, and
Emily saw him stagger little.
"Mr. Whitfield he said in . strange
tone
"Wha. is it, Eugene?" asked Emily as
she fastened toward him.
mir. Whitfield" the young man said
again, holding up the satchel, this is not
| mine" And placing it on the table he tore
it open and exclaimed:
my God! have been robbed"
The satchel was filled with waste paper
During the next week everything that
could be thought Of was done to- discover
how where and by whom the robbery had
been committed. Mr. Whitfield left mat
| tiers At his Office as much as possible to his
| clerks. Mrs. Whitfield searched every nook
| and Granny about the house and saw that
no servant LETT the premises until the police
| consented. Emily, who cried much and
| did not care who saw her cry, ran brands.
| and persistently said that God would
bring the wicked robber to justice and re-
| store the money to poor Eugene.
| When everything had been done that
reason and intuition could suggest. Mrs.
/ Whitfield. one night when alone with her
husband. said:
| MY dear, are you sure that money was
| ever brought into this house?"
| NO. am not. think more than like
| ly it was stolen before Eugene reached the
| house"
| II am almost sure of il" said his wife.
| yet how could anybody succeed in
| changing bags with him on the way2 First
| the tibet would have TO obtain this dupii-
| cate bag, and II Is not q common one;
| then don't see how the exchange could
have been made, for Eugene says ne came
home IN a cab stopping only at the postal
| station 10 send messenger, and that the
| satchei stood on the desk before him while
| he wrote. lie is sure it could not have
| been taken from him there"
| THAT is his story" said she. but Is 1t
| not equally impossible that the exchange
| was made IN this house?"
1T would seem so"
Have you no suspicion whatever as to
| who has that money ??
None whatever. Have you, my dear ?"
Yes, nave"
.'Who7"
| WHO should want it more than ayounC
| man tho Is going 10 marry young lady
| accustomed to 4 home better than his SAL
sTy eau give hsE I"