The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-06-17

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Gla tho mint whcre tho coln waa made
Huhert H~ulaapple, still occupying HE
dvAte ohfue In tho clOeed and deserted
Ank. throw hack hia head against the
uahion of hia easy chsir. folded his hands
over his capacioua paunch and pressed up
his cheeks and wrsklad town HE hrows
until his eyes disappeared,
Huh no cried in q moment, with n
short, grim laugh, II can see Learock
now opening the door TO 20 out and then
coming back for n last word, There never
was such a chap for not knowing when he
was through. And here's another detail;
What he finally did cay was the most Inns
portant thing he had TO say
like q woman's postscript, hey2'
Il don't know about that; you could all
ways make out his meaning. But you've
got a good point on him there. Cronkite.
Ibeievei II Learock were going TO be hanged,
az he ought to be, damn himl twioe over,
he would step forward just as the trap was
sprung 20 say a last word; II would be his
confession"
Il don't wonder you feel sore remarked
the detective, preparing to go.
TT isn't the loss Of the money protested
Mr.. Hulsepple. putting and purple; though;
were It recovered, Hulsapple's Bank could
resume the honored career it led for more
than half a century. There is another reason
why I should loathe the very mention Of
hat false and fancy little whippersnapper,
that pieoe Of intolerable airs and
MIR. Hulsapple stopped short, swallowing
his wrath, as he wished, perhaps, he had
swallowed his words.
sAnd that reason isf' asked cronldte
personal---very.
"Purely personal and without bearing on
your inquiry
Then, Of course, I don't wan to know IT,
assented the detective. 'Besidesr twill all
come out when I find my man.
YES. 1t will all come out when you find
your man.
Ten days before Edward Learock, oon-
fidential clerk in H~ulsspple's Bank, had
been sent to the sub-treasury to purchase
S2Go, 600 worth Of gold coin and bullion for
export. He had with him in a long, red
wallet the purchase prioe in currency Of
large denominations.
He never reached his destination. nor
did he report at the banking house..
Though the police were promptly notifeds
not O trace Of him could be discovered, and
at length they we're forced'to admit them
selves completely at fault.
Meanwhile, through the loss Of 30 large
an amount Of its current funds, the bank
was thrown into the hands Of a receiver.
whose examination Of It's affairs accumulated
the need Of finding the missing man. To
this task Judge Maroellus, the receivers
counsel, assigned Cronlite, though realiz-
ing that with such a lead and after such a
lapse, hope Of success was slight indeed.
HulsappIe's Bank stood on q corner in
q somewhat secluded and old fashioned
part Of the town. Mr.. Hulsapples private
Office, lighted from above abutted on the
side street, to which a door, covered by a
p~ortiere, seemed to give access. At all
events, in departing, Cronhte turned to
this door, instead Of to the front p~assageway
by which he had entered.
Instantly Mr.. Hulsapple intercepted him
with an agility surprising in so heavy q
man.
You can't go that way he cried. 1T
hasn't been used for years and years. Don't
you see how it is bolted top and bottom?'
Il do see," replied Cronkite. examining
the fastenings with a sort of vacant Curl
osity.
Then, having blurted out ar awkward
apology, he went about his business, leav-
ing behind him the impression Of one singu-
larly untitled for it.
Cronkite's business, which. as soon as he
left, he seemed to understand thoroughly;
led him down the side street, along the wall
OF the bank, blank save for the door that
was never opened. He went along slowly
and soberly, apparently wrapped In thought,
yet keenly noting the irregularities In the
pavement beneath his feet, the high tene-
ment on the other side, with a small paper
notice affixed to the side Of its open portal,
and the white face Of a woman busy with
some n~eedlework at one OF the opposite
windows.
Presently he returned on the other sideS
and, having read the paper notice. made
his way up the stairs to the room where the
woman was seated. Evidently an invalid,
she looked up pleasantly, but did not rise
at the strangers coming.
MY wife has talked so much OF what her
church friends have said in praise OF your
exquisite handiwork, Miss Blore,' ex-
planned Cronldte, that I think / will give
her a little surprise on our coming ami
versary, Il l may trouble you to select for
me, say, one piece Of the lace and'three Of
the netting
While this kindly and homely mai
brought wares from the closet and did up
packages at the invalid's directions, 1t was
nc wonder that the poor soul should take
advantage Of 80 agreeable a break in her
loneliness for q friendly talk. Indeed, her
v~olubiity needed neither spur nor rein;
at least. 90 1t seemed.