CHAPTER XXI
A MISSING DOc.u.mENT OF VALUE
As soon as Nat returned to the office he sought out Mr. Garwell, and handed him the doc.u.ment in the envelope.
"Did you have any trouble getting Mrs. Parloe"s signature?" asked the real estate broker.
"I had no trouble getting the signature, but I had trouble getting away from the house," answered Nat.
"Trouble getting away? What do you mean?"
"I was stopped by her nephew, a man named Rufus Cameron. He handled me rather roughly."
"Did he try to get the doc.u.ment away from you?" And now John Garwell was all attention.
"He hauled me in the parlor, and demanded that I let him look at the paper. I refused, and then he threatened me."
"And what happened after that?"
"He put his hand in my pocket and brought out a diamond ring. He said I had stolen it."
"Of course you hadn"t, Nat?"
"I had never seen the ring before. But that wasn"t the worst of it. He picked up a sea sh.e.l.l and hit me with it and knocked me senseless."
After that our hero told his story in detail, relating also what Rufus Cameron had said on a.s.sisting him to the street car. The real estate broker listened with keen interest.
"That man is a scoundrel!" he exclaimed, when Nat had concluded his story. "I pity Mrs. Parloe. He is doing his best to get all her money from her."
"It was a mean trick to say I took the ring," declared Nat.
"He did that thinking to get you in his power, my boy. Are you sure he didn"t look at the doc.u.ment?"
"I can"t say what he did while I was senseless, Mr. Garwell."
"I"ll take a look at the paper and see if he made any alterations in the text."
John Garwell looked at the doc.u.ment and began to read it.
"Why, this is not the paper I gave you, Nat," he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Not the same?"
"No. It"s some old thing that I know nothing about."
"If that"s the case, Mr. Cameron subst.i.tuted this paper for the real one!" exclaimed our hero. "He could easily have done that during the time I was knocked out."
"I"ll see about this without delay," said John Garwell, decisively. "I will show that fellow that he can"t carry matters with quite such a high hand."
"What can he do with that paper, Mr. Garwell?"
"He can cause me a great deal of trouble. The paper refers to a piece of property in which Mrs. Parloe held an interest. I have been trying to get a free and clear t.i.tle to the land for a client of mine, and another real estate dealer named Andrew Shanley has been trying to get the land for another party. It is a mixed-up affair, but I hoped the signing of that paper would help to straighten out matters."
The real estate broker was as good as his word, but he was exceedingly busy, and it was not until two in the afternoon that he could get away.
Then he went to Brooklyn, taking Nat with him.
"I would like to see Mr. Cameron," said he to the girl at Mrs. Parloe"s home.
"Mr. Cameron has gone away, sir," was the unexpected answer.
"Do you know when he will be back?"
"I"ll ask Mrs. Parloe," said the girl.
She went upstairs, leaving them in the parlor below. Soon she came back.
"He has gone out west, Mrs. Parloe says, and she doesn"t expect him back for two or three months."
"Gone west," cried Nat. "When did he go?"
"He went away about noon."
"Did he take any baggage?" asked John Garwell.
"Yes, sir, a dress-suit case, and he sent an expressman around for his trunk, too."
"Then I won"t bother you any more," said the real estate broker, and left the house, followed by Nat.
"Don"t you want to ask Mrs. Parloe about this?" queried our hero.
"It would be useless to do so, Nat. It would only upset the old lady."
"She might be able to tell us just where her nephew had gone to?"
"It is not likely. He intends to keep out of the way, that is certain."
"Maybe he didn"t go west at all!" said our hero, suddenly.
"Such a thing is possible."
"Did you say he was in league with this other real estate broker?"
"I don"t know about that, although I know he and this Shanley are friends."
"I wonder if it wouldn"t be a good idea for me to watch around this Shanley"s office for him?"