The Missing Tin Box: or, The Stolen Railroad Bonds. Stratemeyer Edward

do I," added Hardwick. "I don't want the least shadow hanging over my name."

      Mr. Sumner began to walk up and down the office uneasily. He was in a terrible state of mind. The loss of the bonds might mean utter ruin.

      He hesitated and looked at Hal. The youth noticed it, and springing forward, caught him by the arm.

      "Mr. Sumner, tell me you do not believe me guilty," he cried, with a curious lump rising in his throat.

      "Hal, I believe you innocent," returned the elderly broker.

      In after years the man looked back at those words. What had led him to utter them? Let the reader wait, and perhaps he will be able to reason the matter out.

      Mr. Allen sneered at the words, and Hardwick's lip curled.

      The youth noticed neither of them. The tears stood in his eyes, as he replied:

      "Thank you for saying that, Mr. Sumner," he returned, in a low voice. "I may be nothing but a poor-house boy, but I am honest, and will help you get back your bonds, and prove my innocence to the world."

      Again Mr. Allen's sneer was heard, and Hardwick's lip curled, even more than before. Neither Mr. Sumner nor Hal paid any attention to either of them. The broker stepped to the telephone.

      "Who are you going to summon?" asked Mr. Allen.

      "The chief of the police department."

      "That's right."

      The proper connection was obtained, and a long conversation ensued over the wires. At length Mr. Sumner closed the instrument.

      "A couple of detectives will be here in ten minutes," he said. "The chief says they are now with him and have nothing on hand to do."

      Hal listened to this statement with interest. He had often heard of detectives, but had never seen such a personage.

      Mr. Sumner continued to walk up and down. Hal watched him, the youth's heart beating rapidly.

      The clock hands moved slowly, but at last twelve minutes had passed.

      Then two young men entered. They were very ordinary looking individuals, and Hal was somewhat disappointed in their appearance.

      "We were sent here by the chief," explained one as he entered. "My name is Harry Parker. This is Ralph Hamington."

      "I am glad to see you," replied Mr. Sumner.

      "You have been robbed?" questioned Harry Parker, coming at once to the point.

      "Yes. A tin box, containing seventy-nine thousand dollars' worth of railroad bonds, has been stolen from that safe."

      Both detectives elevated their eyebrows at this statement.

      "Was the safe broken open?" continued Parker.

      "No."

      "Door left open?"

      "I think not."

      "When did you see the box last?"

      "Yesterday afternoon."

      "What time?"

      "A little before two."

      "You locked it up at that time?"

      "I am under that impression."

      "I see. When did you discover your loss?"

      "Not over half an hour ago."

      "Did any one beside yourself have the combination of the safe?"

      "Not to my knowledge."

      "No one in the office?"

      "I know nothing of it," replied Allen.

      "Who are you?"

      "Caleb Allen, Mr. Sumner's partner."

      "Oh!"

      "Neither do I," added Hardwick. "I am the book-keeper," he explained.

      "Who is this boy?"

      "He belongs in the office," replied Mr. Sumner.

      "I know nothing about the safe," said Hal, speaking up for himself. He began to believe detectives were very much like other men.

      "Please give me a list of the people who might have got at the safe during your absence," continued Parker, while his companion prepared to write down the names.

      "These gentlemen," began the elderly broker.

      "Yes."

      "The janitor of the building."

      "What is his name?"

      "Daniel McCabe."

      Hal started and wondered if the janitor could be any relation to Jack McCabe, his acquaintance of the previous day.

      "Go on," continued the detective.

      "A strange man was in yesterday."

      "Ah! tell us of him."

      Mr. Sumner told what he knew. Parker turned to Hal.

      "Would you know this fellow again, if you saw him?" he asked.

      "I believe I would."

      "Please describe him as closely as you can."

      The youth started and gave a pretty accurate description of his visitor. Both detectives listened attentively.

      "Perhaps it was Larkett," suggested Hamington, in an undertone.

      "Did the fellow have a cast in his eye?" asked Parker.

      "How would the boy know that?" asked Hardwick, nervously. "He says he hardly glanced at the man."

      "Answer me," said Parker, paying no attention to the interruption.

      Hal was doing his best to think. Had that fellow really had something the matter with his left eye?

      "I – I can't really say," he returned, slowly. "Was it the left eye?"

      "Yes."

      "He might have had. It runs in my mind so, but I am not positive."

      Parker exchanged glances with his companion.

      "More than likely he was the guilty party," he said to Mr. Sumner. "If he is the man we imagine, he is an old offender, and it will not be a very difficult matter to run him down."

      "If you recover the bonds I will give you five thousand dollars as a reward," said the elderly broker.

      "We will do what we can, Mr. Sumner."

      "The quicker you get to work the better it will suit me."

      "We shall start on our hunt at once, eh, Hamington?"

      "Certainly. But let us take a look around the office first. And, Mr. Sumner?"

      "Well?"

      "It might be just as well to keep this matter a secret for a few days. Of course, information will be sent out from headquarters, but the general public need not know of it."

      "That will suit me," returned the elderly broker, with a groan. "If the word gets out it will all but ruin me. I only held the bonds in trust, and will be expected to make the loss good in case they are not recovered."

      "You will give us a list of the paper?"

      "Certainly." Mr. Sumner took out a memorandum book. "Here you are. Anything else?"

      "We will take a look around the premises."

      And the two detectives started on a tour of investigation, in which Hal took a lively interest.

      The door to the safe was carefully examined. Not a mark was found upon it.

      "Either left open or opened by some one who had the combination," said Parker.

      He got down on his knees and examined the carpet.

      "Anything?" asked Hamington, briefly.

      Parker shook his head.

      In the rear of the office was a window opening upon a narrow court. The two detectives glanced at the fastening of the window.

      Suddenly Parker gave