Colonel Harrington was red of face and fussy of manner. He threw the door shut with his foot, and sank to a bench, breathing heavily.
"Was there something you wanted to say to me, Colonel Harrington?"
inquired Bart.
"Yes there was!" snapped out the rich man of Pleasantville. "Anxious to see you! Just drove up to your house. They told me you were here. I once offered you a hundred dollars."
Bart nodded, with a faint smile.
"It wasn"t enough," stumbled on the colonel. "I am now going to make it a thousand."
"Why, what for, Colonel Harrington?" demanded Bart in surprise.
"Because you can earn it."
"How?"
"Shall I be blunt and plain?"
"It is always the best way."
"Very well, then," resumed the colonel desperately. "A certain unclaimed express package was sold here to-day, marked A.A. Adams.
You"ve got it."
"How do you know that?"
"Oh, you know it and I want it. Hand it over, and here"--the colonel made a dive for his pocketbook--"here"s your thousand dollars."
Bart made a signal of remonstrance with his hand, his face grave and decided.
"Stop right there, Colonel Harrington," he said forcibly. "Are you aware that you are offering a bribe to a bonded representative of the express company?"
"Rot take your express company!" growled the colonel angrily. "I am one of its stock-holders. I could buy the whole concern out, if I wanted to!"
"Until you do, I obey official instructions," announced Bart. "Please do not degrade yourself and embarra.s.s me, Colonel Harrington, by saying anything further on this score. I will not sell my honor, nor swerve a hair"s breadth from a line of duty plain and clear. The package you refer to was legally purchased by the highest bidder, I hold it temporarily in trust for him. It is as safe and sacred with me as if it was the property of the First National Bank of Pleasantville."
Colonel Harrington squirmed, got red and pale by turns, gripped his cane fiercely, and then, relaxed with a groan.
"It"s my property!" he declared. "I can prove it"s my property."
"Then I suggest that you persuade the person who bought it of that fact," said Bart.
"Say!" shot out the colonel eagerly, his eye brightening, "if I bring an order from that same person, will you give up the package?"
Bart hesitated.
"You know where he is, then?" he inquired suspiciously.
"I--I might find him," stammered the military man.
"I do not think I would," said Bart. "Bring him here personally, and I will hand it over to him--in your presence, if he says so."
The colonel groaned again. It was plainly to be seen that he was in an intense inward frenzy.
"Stirling, you"ve got to give me that package!" he cried, springing to his feet and lifting his cane threateningly.
"Have I?" said Bart, facing him watchingly.
"Be careful, Colonel Harrington! you are pretty near committing a criminal offense."
"You"re in the plot--you know all about it! Give up that package, or--or--"
"Colonel Harrington," said Bart calmly, but every word ringing out as clear as the tone of a bell, "I am no ruffian, and I hate violence, but if you lift that cane to me again--I"ll shoot."
Bart showed the gleaming top of the weapon in his pocket, backing to the door.
Just then the door behind him was forcibly thrust open, its edge hitting him violently. Then someone pounced upon him.
The attack was sudden and effective. A piece of rope was looped deftly about Bart"s arms, holding him helpless, secured behind, and as he was pushed roughly against the desk. Lem Wacker"s evil face leered down upon him.
"Don"t you holler!" ordered Lem.
As he spoke, he leaned over the railing. The waste box held a ma.s.s of cotton that had packed some of the parcels disposed of at the sale that afternoon. Lem grabbed up a handful, and forcibly stuffed it into Bart"s mouth.
"Wacker! Wacker!" gasped Colonel Harrington in affright, "don"t--don"t hurt him. This is dreadful--"
"Shut up!" ordered Lem Wacker recklessly, "you want something and don"t know how to get it. I do--and will."
He s.n.a.t.c.hed at Bart"s tightly-b.u.t.toned coat and tore it loose, groped inside and drew out a package.
"I"ve got it," he announced. "No!--he ripped off the end of the parcel--here"s a haul."
Bart writhed, choked on the loose strangling filaments of cotton, but could not utter a word.
"Give me that package!" cried the colonel. "Stop! where are you going?"
Lem Wacker had bolted. The colonel stared in marveling astonishment as his cohort sprang through the open doorway. Bart had managed to wad the cotton in his mouth into a compact wet ma.s.s, enabling him to speak.
"Colonel Harrington!" he cried, "that man has not got the package you were after. He has instead stolen a money envelope for Martin & Company containing fifteen thousand dollars in currency, and is making off with it. Cut this rope instantly that I may pursue him, or I give you my word that, as a partner in his crime, rich as you are, and influential as you are, you shall go to the State penitentiary."
CHAPTER XXVIII
THIRTY SECONDS OF TWELVE
It was an exciting moment. Bart was intently worked up, but he kept his head level. Everything hung on the action of the next two minutes.