Chapter XVIII.In A Trap.
"Hold on there! Open that door!" he exclaimed, aloud.
There was no answer.
"I say, let me out!" continued our hero, beginning to kick at thepanels.
This time there was an answer.
"Stop that kicking, boy! I will come back in fifteen minutes andexplain all."
"Well," thought Dodger, "this is about the strangest thing that everhappened to me. However, I can wait fifteen minutes."
He sat down on a cane chair--there were two in the room--and lookedabout him.
He was in an ordinary bedroom, furnished in the usual manner. Therewas nothing at all singular in its appearance.
On a book shelf were a few books, and some old numbers of magazines.There was one window looking into a back yard, but as the room wassmall it was sufficient to light the apartment.
Dodger looked about in a cursory manner, not feeling any particularinterest in his surroundings, for he had but fifteen minutes to wait,but he thought it rather queer that it should be thought necessary tolock him in.
He waited impatiently for the time to pass.
Seventeen minutes had passed when he heard the bolt drawn. Fixing hiseyes eagerly on the door he saw it open, and two persons entered.
One was the hump-backed negro, carrying on a waiter a plate ofbuttered bread, and a cup of tea; the other person was--not the oldman, but, to Dodger's great amazement, a person well-remembered,though he had only seen him once--Curtis Waring.
"Set down the waiter on the table, Julius," said Waring.
Dodger looked on in stupefaction. He was getting more and morebewildered.
"Now, you can go!" said Curtis, in a tone of authority.
The negro bowed, and after he had disposed of the waiter, withdrew.
"Do you know me, boy?" asked Curtis, turning now and addressingDodger.
"Yes; you are Mr. Waring."
"You remember where you last saw me?"
"Yes, sir. At your uncle's house on Madison Avenue."
"Quite right."
"How did you come here? Where is the old man whose valise I broughtfrom the Albany boat?"
Curtis smiled, and drew from his pocket a gray wig and whiskers.
"You understand now, don't you?"
"Yes, sir; I understand that I have been got here by a trick."
"Yes," answered Curtis, coolly. "I have deemed it wise to use a littlestratagem. But you must be hungry. Sit down and eat your supper whileI am talking to you."
Dodger was hungry, for it was past his usual supper time, and he sawno reason why he should not accept the invitation.
Accordingly, he drew his chair up to the table and began to eat.Curtis seated himself on the other chair.
"I have a few questions to ask you, and that is why I arranged thisinterview. We are quite by ourselves," he added, significantly.
"Very well, sir; go ahead."
"Where is my Cousin Florence? I am right, I take it, in assuming thatyou know where she is."
"Yes, sir; I know," answered Dodger, slowly.
"Very well, tell me."
"I don't think she wants you to know."
Curtis frowned.
"It is necessary I should know!" he said, emphatically.
"I will ask her if I may tell you."
"I can't wait for that. You must tell me at once."
"I can't do that."
"You are mistaken; you can do it."
"Then, I won't!" said Dodger, looking his companion full in the face.
Curtis Waring darted a wicked look at him, and seemed ready to attackthe boy who was audacious enough to thwart him, but he restrainedhimself and said:
"Let that pass for the present. I have another question to ask. Whereis the document you took from my uncle's desk on the night of theburglary?"
And he emphasized the last word.
Dodger looked surprised.
"I took no paper," he said.
"Do you deny that you opened the desk?" asked Curtis.
"No."
"When I came to examine the contents in the presence of my uncle, itwas found that a document--his will--had disappeared, and with it aconsiderable sum of money."
And he looked sharply at Dodger.
"I don't know anything about it, sir. I took nothing."
"You can hardly make me believe that. Why did you open the desk if youdid not propose to take anything?"
"I did intend to take something. I was under orders to do so, for Iwouldn't have done it of my own free will; but the moment I got thedesk open I heard a cry, and looking around, I saw Miss Florencelooking at me."
"And then?"
"I was startled, and ran to her side."
"And then you went back and completed the robbery?"
"No, I didn't. She talked to me so that I felt ashamed of it. I neverstole before, and I wouldn't have tried to do it then, if--if some onehadn't told me to."
"I know whom you mean--Tim Bolton."
"Yes, Tim Bolton, since you know."
"What did he tell you to take?"
"The will and the money."
"Eactly. Now we are coming to it. You took them, and gave them tohim?"
"No, I didn't. I haven't seen him since that night."
Curtis Waring regarded the boy thoughtfully. His story wasstraightforward, and it agreed with the story told by Tim himself.But, on the other hand, he denied taking the missing articles, and yetthey had disappeared.
Curtis decided that both he and Tim had lied, and that this story hadbeen concocted between them.
Probably Bolton had the will and the money--the latter he did not carefor--and this thought made him uneasy, for he knew that Tim Bolton wasan unscrupulous man, and quite capable of injuring him, if he saw theway clear to do so.
"My young friend," he said, "your story is not even plausible. Thearticles are missing, and there was no one but yourself and Florencewho were in a position to take them. Do you wish me to think that myCousin Florence robbed the desk?"
"No, sir; I don't. Florence wouldn't do such a thing," said Dodger,warmly.
"Florence. Is that the way you speak of a young lady?"
"She tells me to call her Florence. I used to call her Miss Florence,but she didn't care for it."
"It seems you two have become very intimate," said Curtis, with asneer.
"Florence is a good friend to me. I never had so good a friendbefore."
"All that is very affecting; however, it isn't to the point. Do youknow," he continued, in a sterner tone, "that I could have youarrested for entering and breaking open my uncle's desk withburglarious intent?"
"I suppose you could," said Dodger; "but Florence would testify that Itook nothing."
"Am I to understand, then, that you refuse to give me any informationas to the will and the money?"
"No, sir; I don't refuse. I would tell you if I knew."
Curtis regarded the boy in some perplexity.
He had every appearance of telling the truth.
Dodger had one of those honest, truthful countenances which lendconfirmation to any words spoken. If the boy told the truth, whatcould have become of the will--and the money? As to the former, itmight be possible that his uncle had destroyed it, but thedisappearance of the money presented an independent difficulty.
"The will is all I care for," he said, at length. "The thief iswelcome to the money, though there was a considerable sum."
"I would find the will for you if I could," said Dodger, earnestly.
"You are positive you didn't give it to Bolton?"
"Positive, sir. I haven't seen Tim since that night."
"You may be speaking the truth, or you may not. I will talk with youagain to-morrow," and Curtis arose from his chair.
"You don't mean to keep me here?" said Dodger, in alarm.
"I shall be obliged to do so."
"I won't stay!" exclaimed Dodger, in excitement, and he ran to thedoor, meaning to get out; but Curtis drew a pistol f
rom his pocket andaimed it at the boy.
"Understand me, boy," he said, "I am in earnest, and I am not to betrifled with."
Dodger drew back, and Curtis opened the door and went out, bolting itafter him.
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