XXXI.
CONVICTED OF THEFT.
Half an hour later Mr. Danforth returned.
"Has any one been here?" he asked as he passed through the outer office.
"No, sir," said Dawkins, with outward composure though his heart wasbeating rapidly.
While apparently intent upon his writing he listened attentively to whatmight be going on in the next room. One,--two,--three minutes passed.Mr. Danforth again showed himself.
"Did you say that no one has been here?" he demanded, abruptly.
"No, sir."
"Have either of you been into my office since I have been out?"
"I have not, sir," said Dawkins.
"I went in to carry your letters," said Paul.
"Did you see a roll of bills lying on my desk?"
"Yes, sir," said Paul, a little surprised at the question.
"I have just counted it over, and find but six hundred dollars insteadof eight hundred. Can you account for the discrepancy?"
Mr. Danforth looked keenly at the two boys. Dawkins, who had schooledhimself to the ordeal, maintained his outward calmness. Paul, beginningto perceive that his honesty was called in question, flushed.
"No, sir," said the boys simultaneously.
"It can hardly be possible, that Mr. Thompson, who is a very carefulman, should have made such a mistake in paying me," resumed Mr.Danforth.
"As we have been the only persons here," said Dawkins, "the only way tovindicate ourselves from suspicion is, to submit to a search."
"Yes, sir," said Paul promptly.
Both boys turned their pockets inside out, but the missing money was notfound.
"There is my overcoat, sir," said Dawkins, "will you be kind enough tosearch it for yourself?"
Next, of course, Paul's overcoat was searched.
What was our hero's dismay when from one of the pockets Mr. Danforthproduced a fifty dollar bill.
"Is it possible?" he exclaimed in as much grief as surprise, "Unhappyboy, how came you by this money in your pocket?"
"I don't know, sir," returned Paul, his cheek alternately flushing andgrowing pale.
"I wish I could believe you," said Mr. Danforth; "where have you put theother bills? Produce them, and I may overlook this first offense."
"Indeed, sir," said Paul, in great distress, "I have not the slightestknowledge of how this bill came into my pocket. I hope you will believeme, sir."
"How can I? The money evidently did not go into your pocket withouthands."
A sudden thought came to Paul. "Dawkins," said he, "did you put thatmoney into my pocket?"
"What do you mean, sir?" returned Dawkins, haughtily. "Is it yourintention to insult me?"
Dawkins could not prevent his face from flushing as he spoke, but thismight easily be referred to a natural resentment of the imputation castupon him.
"Paul," said his employer, coldly, "you will not help your own causeby seeking to involve another. After what has happened you can hardlyexpect me to retain you in my employment. I will not make public yourdisgrace, nor will I inquire farther for the remainder of the money forwhich you have been willing to barter your integrity. I will pay yourwages up to the end of this week, and----"
"Mr. Danforth," said Paul, manfully, though the tears almost choked hisutterance, "I am sorry that you have no better opinion of me. I do notwant the balance of my wages. If I have taken so large a sum which didnot belong to me, I have no claim to them. Good-morning, sir. Sometime Ihope you will think better of me."
Paul put on his coat, and taking his cap from the nail on which it hung,bowed respectfully to his employer and left the office.
Mr. Danforth looked after him, and seemed perplexed. Could Paul beguilty after all?
"I never could have suspected him if I had not this evidence in myhand," said Mr. Danforth, to himself, fixing his eyes upon the billwhich he had drawn from Paul's overcoat.
"Dawkins, did you observe whether Paul remained long in the office?" heasked.
"Longer than sufficient to lay the letters on the desk?"
"Yes, sir, I think he did."
"Did you notice whether he went to his overcoat after coming out?"
"Yes, sir, he did," said Dawkins, anxious to fix in Mr. Danforth's mindthe impression of Paul's guilt.
"Then I am afraid it is true," said his employer sadly. "And yet, what afine, manly boy he is too. But it is a terrible fault."
Mr. Danforth was essentially a kind-hearted man, and he cared much morefor Paul's dereliction from honesty than for the loss of the money.Going home early to dinner, he communicated to his wife the unpleasantdiscovery which he had made respecting Paul.
Now, from the first, Paul had been a great favorite with Mrs. Danforth,and she scouted at the idea of his dishonesty.
"Depend upon it, Mr. Danforth," she said decisively, "you have done theboy an injustice. I have some skill in reading faces, and I tell youthat a boy with Paul Prescott's open, frank expression is incapable ofsuch a crime."
"So I should have said, my dear, but we men learn to be less trustfulthan you ladies, who stay at home and take rose-colored views of life.Unfortunately, we see too much of the dark side of human nature."
"So that you conclude all to be dark."
"Not so bad as that."
"Tell me all the circumstances, and perhaps a woman's wit may help you."
Mr. Danforth communicated all the details, with which the reader isalready familiar.
"What sort of a boy is this Dawkins?" she asked, "Do you like him?"
"Not particularly. He does his duties passably well. I took him into mycounting-room to oblige his father."
"Perhaps he is the thief."
"To tell the truth I would sooner have suspected him."
"Has he cleared himself from suspicion?"
"He was the first to suggest a search."
"Precisely the thing he would have done, if he had placed the billin Paul's pocket. Of course he would know that the search must resultfavorably for him."
"There is something in that."
"Besides, what could have been more foolish, if Paul wished to hide themoney, than to multiply his chances of detection by hiding it in twodifferent places, especially where one was so obvious as to afford noconcealment at all."
"Admitting this to be true, how am I to arrive at the proof of Paul'sinnocence?"
"My own opinion is, that George Dawkins has the greater part of themoney stolen. Probably he has taken it for some particular purpose. Whatit is, you may learn, perhaps, by watching him."
"I will be guided by your suggestion. Nothing would afford me greaterpleasure than to find that I have been mistaken in assuming Paul'sguilt, though on evidence that seemed convincing."
This conversation took place at the dinner-table. Mr. Danforthunderstood that no time was to be lost if he expected to gain anyinformation from the movements of his clerk.
George Dawkins had ventured upon a bold act, but he had been apparentlyfavored by fortune, and had succeeded. That he should have committedthis crime without compunction could hardly be expected. His uneasiness,however, sprang chiefly from the fear that in some way he might yetbe detected. He resolved to get rid of the money which he hadobtained dishonestly, and obtain back from Duval the acknowledgment ofindebtedness which he had given him.
You will perhaps ask whether the wrong which he had done Paul affectedhim with uneasiness. On the contrary, it gratified the dislike whichfrom the first he had cherished towards our hero.
"I am well rid of him, at all events," he muttered to himself, "that isworth risking some thing for."
When office hours were over Dawkins gladly threw down his pen, and leftthe counting-room.
He bent his steps rapidly towards the locality where he had before metDuval. He had decided to wait some time before meeting that worthy. Hehad to wait till another day, when as he was emerging from the tavern heencountered the Frenchman on the threshold.
"Aha, my good friend," said Duva
l, offering his hand, which Dawkins didnot appear to see, "I am very glad to see you. Will you come in?"
"No, I have not time," said Dawkins, shortly.
"Have you brought me my money?"
"Yes."
"Aha, that is well. I was just about what you call cleaned out."
"Have you my note with you?"
Duval fumbled in his pocket-book, and finally produced the desireddocument.
"Give it to me."
"I must have the money first," said the Frenchman, shrewdly.
"Take it," said Dawkins contemptuously. "Do you judge me by yourself?"
He tore the note which he received into small pieces, and left Duvalwithout another word.
Sheltered by the darkness, Mr. Danforth, who had tracked the steps ofDawkins, had been an unseen witness of this whole transaction.
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