"Whew!" whistled the entry clerk.
"Didn"t he hint where he was going?"
"No; he didn"t hint that he was going anywhere; but I thought, from his having his overcoat, that he was going out in his boat."
It occurred to me that he would be more likely to leave the city in the Florina than by any other conveyance. He could sail in her when he pleased, and cover up his tracks very effectually. I promptly decided to visit the mouth of the river, where he kept his boat, and see if she was there. In the excitement of the morning, I had almost forgotten the treasure which Mrs. Whippleton had committed to my charge. I had put it into a drawer in the safe which was not in use. I had locked the drawer, and put the key with the others. I had sealed up the package, and written my own name upon it, so that I had no fear it would be taken by the junior partner. But he had exhibited a new phase of character on this eventful day, and I trembled as I unlocked the drawer. My fears were realized. The package was gone. Mr. Whippleton had taken it.
This was a serious catastrophe.
I felt like sinking through the floor when I realized the loss. If it had been my own I should have felt better. It was a sacred trust confided to me, and I reproached myself for putting it into the safe.
Under ordinary circ.u.mstances, however, it would have been secure there.
The treasure had been given to me in order to keep it from him into whose possession it had now fallen.
"What"s the matter, Phil?" asked Robert, when he saw my grief and chagrin.
"I have lost a valuable package," I replied.
"Was it done up in white paper?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Whippleton took it from one of the drawers, and put it in his pocket."
"Did he open it?" I asked.
"No; not here."
I thought it was very strange that he should take a package, marked "private," with my name upon it. But nothing that he did could now be regarded as strange.
"When did he take it?" I inquired.
"Early this morning; as soon as you had gone to Mr. Collingsby"s."
"The first time?"
"Yes; before nine o"clock."
It looked to me then just as though the villain knew the contents of the package.
"If Mr. Whippleton comes in again, Robert, don"t lose sight of him for an instant. Follow him wherever he goes, if it is to the other side of the continent."
"Why--"
"Do as I tell you. I suppose Mr. Collingsby has the officers on his track by this time."
"You don"t mean so!"
"Certainly I do; he has swindled the firm out of seventy or eighty thousand dollars; fifty, at least, after taking out his capital and profits. If Mr. Collingsby or Mr. Faxon comes in, tell him I have gone over to see where the boat is."
I rushed out of the counting-room almost frantic with excitement, for I confess that the loss of the package which had been specially committed to my care affected me much more deeply than the deficit of the junior partner. I hurried to the mouth of the river, and arrived there out of breath. The Florina was not at her moorings, and as I looked out upon the lake, I discovered her, at least three miles distant, running towards the Michigan sh.o.r.e. I had no doubt that the valuable package, and from thirty-five to forty thousand dollars of the firm"s money, were in that light craft, which was flying so swiftly over the waves.
At the moorings lay Ben Waterford"s boat; but her sails were loosed, and she seemed to be otherwise prepared for a cruise. As the current swung her round, I saw the name "Marian," in beautiful new gilt letters, upon her stern. It had been changed, doubtless, to suit the altered circ.u.mstances of her owner; but I sincerely hoped that Miss Marian would never become the wife of so reckless and unprincipled a man as I believed Ben Waterford to be.
"Here is your father"s clerk. He will go with us," said a voice behind me.
I turned and saw Waterford attending Miss Collingsby. I had been tempted to take the Marian without leave or license, and give chase to the Florina; but I was too prudent to do so. The party of which I had heard Ben speak in the morning had not started at the time specified, and I judged, from the remark he made, that Miss Marian was carrying out her resolution not to go with him unless there was a party. I hoped they would not go, for I wanted to borrow the boat, and I applauded the young lady"s firmness both for her own and my sake.
"Where is your sister?" asked Miss Collingsby.
"I don"t know. She promised to be here an hour ago," replied Mr.
Waterford. "Probably some friend has arrived, or something else has occurred to prevent her keeping her engagement. But here is Phil, your father"s clerk. Won"t you go if I take him?"
"I don"t like to be the only lady," said she, looking upon the ground.
"We shall join Mr. Whippleton in a little while. He has two ladies on board with him--the Misses Lord."
"Florina?"
"Yes."
"Very well; if you can overtake Mr. Whippleton, and get Julia Lord to go with us, I shall be satisfied."
"Certainly; Julia will be very glad to sail with you."
"But the clerk must go."
That meant me; and as they intended to overtake Mr. Whippleton as soon as possible; the arrangement suited me. The junior partner of our firm was my "objective" just now, and I did not intend to lose sight of him until he had disgorged his ill-gotten gains.
"Will you go with us, Phil?" asked Ben Waterford, pleasantly.
"I shall be very happy to do so, if you will put me in the way of seeing Mr. Whippleton. I have very important business with him," I replied.
"We shall join him at once," added he, as he hauled the Marian up to the sh.o.r.e.
While he a.s.sisted Miss Collingsby to her seat, I hoisted the mainsail, and in a few moments we were standing out of the river.
CHAPTER XV.
IN WHICH PHIL GOES TO WORK IN THE COOK-ROOM OF THE MARIAN.
"All right, Phil; hoist the jib," said Mr. Waterford, as soon as we were out of the river.
I cleared away the jib and hoisted it, the skipper hauling aft the sheet, and tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the sail. The wind was from the westward, rather light for one who was fond of a smashing time on the water, and it was one of the most perfect of summer days. The Marian was headed in the direction of her rival, which appeared to be working towards the south-east corner of the lake. My impression was, that Mr. Whippleton intended to land at this point, and take a train to the east. I was prepared to follow the instruction which I had given the entry clerk, and pursue the fugitive to the other side of the continent.