That afternoon he paid a visit to the house of a certain Mr. Jafferay and spent an hour in a vain attempt to locate the bank examiner.
Promptly at six o"clock that official walked into Todd"s room at the hotel, to find the operative pacing restlessly up and down, visibly excited and clutching what appeared to be a roll of paper.
"What"s the matter?" asked Weldon. "I"m on time. Didn"t keep you waiting a minute?"
"No!" snapped Todd, "but where have you been for the last hour? Been trying to reach you all over town."
"Great Scott! man, even a human adding machine has a right to take a little rest now and then. If you must know, I"ve been getting a shave and a haircut. Anything criminal in that?"
"Can"t say that there is," and Todd relaxed enough to smile at his vehemence. "But there is in this," unrolling the parcel that he still held and presenting several large sheets of ruled paper for the examiner"s attention. "Recognise them?"
"They appear to be loose leaves from the ledgers at the Central Trust Company."
"Precisely. Were they there when you went over the books this morning?"
"I don"t recall them, but it"s possible they may have been."
"No--they weren"t. One of the bookkeepers mailed them to himself, at his home address, while you were still at the First National. If I hadn"t visited his house this afternoon, in the guise of a book agent, and taken a long chance by lifting this roll of paper, he"d have slipped them back in place in the morning and n.o.body"d been any the wiser."
"Then you mean that the bookkeeper is responsible for falsifying the accounts?"
"Only partially. Was the cash O. K. at the Central Trust?"
"Perfectly."
"Do you recall any record of a check for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars upon the State National drawn and cashed this morning?"
"No, there was no such check."
"Yes, there was. I was present when the messenger cashed it and he took the money back to the C. T. C. They knew you wouldn"t get around to the State before morning, and by that time the check would have gone to the clearing house, giving them plenty of time to make the cash balance to a penny."
"Whom do you suspect of manipulating the funds?"
"The man who signed the check--Rockwell, the cashier! That"s why I was trying to get hold of you. I haven"t the authority to demand admittance to the Central Trust vaults, but you have. Then, if matters are as I figure them, I"ll take charge of the case as an agent of the Department of Justice."
"Come on!" was Weldon"s response. "We"ll get up there right away, No use losing time over it!"
At the bank, however, they were told that the combination to the vault was known to only three persons--the president of the bank, Rockwell, and the a.s.sistant cashier. The president, it developed, was out of town. Rockwell"s house failed to answer the phone, and it was a good half hour before the a.s.sistant cashier put in an appearance.
When, in compliance with Weldon"s orders, he swung back the heavy doors which guarded the vault where the currency was stored, he swung around, amazed.
"It"s empty!" he whispered. "Not a thing there save the bags of coin.
Why, I put some two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in paper money in there myself this afternoon!"
"Who was here at the time?" demanded Todd.
"Only Mr. Rockwell. I remember distinctly that he said he would have to work a little longer, but that there wouldn"t be any necessity for my staying. So I put the money in there, locked the door, and went on home."
"Do you know where Rockwell is now?"
"At his house, I suppose. He lives at--"
"I know where he lives," snapped Todd. "I also know that he isn"t there.
I"ve had the place watched since five o"clock this afternoon--but Rockwell hasn"t shown up. Like the money--I think we can say "with the money"--he"s gone, disappeared, vanished."
"Then," said Weldon, "it is up to you to find him. My part of the job ceased the moment the shortage was disclosed."
"I know that and if you"ll attend to making a report on the matter, order the arrest of Jafferay, and spread the report of Rockwell"s embezzlement through police circles, I"ll get busy on my own hook.
Good-by." And an instant later Todd was hailing a taxi and ordering the chauffeur to break all the speed laws in reaching the house where Rockwell boarded.
Examination of the cashier"s room and an extended talk with the landlady failed, however, to disclose anything which might be termed a clue. The missing official had visited the house shortly after noon, but had not come back since the bank closed. He had not taken a valise or suit case with him, declared the mistress of the house, but he had seemed "just a leetle bit upset."
Quickly, but efficiently, Todd examined the room--even inspecting the bits of paper in the wastebasket and pawing over the books which lined the mantel. Three of the former he slipped into his pocket and then, turning, inquired:
"Was Mr. Rockwell fond of cold weather?"
"No, indeed," was the reply. "He hated winter. Said he never was comfortable from November until May. He always--"
But the "queer gentleman," as the landlady afterward referred to him, was out of the house before she could detail her pet story of the cashier"s fondness for heat, no matter at what cost.
No one at the station had seen Rockwell board a train, but inquiry at the taxicab offices revealed the fact that a man, with his overcoat collar turned up until it almost met his hat brim, had taken a cab for a near-by town, where it would be easy for him to make connections either north or south.
Stopping only to wire Washington the bare outline of the case, with the suggestion that the Canadian border be watched, "though it is almost certain that Rockwell is headed south," Todd picked up the trail at the railroad ticket office, some ten miles distant, and found that a man answering to the description of his prey had bought pa.s.sage as far as St. Louis. But, despite telegraphic instructions, the Saint Louis police were unable to apprehend anyone who looked like Rockwell and the government operative kept right on down the river, stopping at Memphis to file a message to the authorities in New Orleans.
It was precisely a week after the looting of the Central Trust Company that Todd stood on the docks in New Orleans, watching the arrival of the pa.s.sengers and baggage destined to go aboard the boat for Honduras.
Singly and in groups they arrived until, when the "all ash.o.r.e" signal sounded, the operative began to wonder if he were really on the right trail. Then, at the last minute, a cab drove up and a woman, apparently suffering from rheumatism, made her way toward the boat. Scenting a tip, two stewards sprang to a.s.sist her, but Todd beat them to it.
"Pardon me, madam," he said, "may I not--Drat that fly!" and with that he made a pa.s.s at something in front of his face and accidentally brushed aside the veil which hid the woman"s face.
He had barely time to realize that, as he had suspected, it was Rockwell, disguised, before the "woman" had slipped out of the light wrap which she had been wearing and was giving him what he later admitted was the "sc.r.a.p of his life." In fact, for several moments he not only had to fight Rockwell, but several bystanders as well--for they had only witnessed what they supposed was a totally uncalled for attack upon a woman. In the mixup that followed Rockwell managed to slip away and, before Todd had a chance to recover, was halfway across the street, headed for the entrance to a collection of shanties which provided an excellent hiding place.
Tearing himself loose, Todd whipped out his revolver and fired at the figure just visible in the gathering dusk, scoring a clean shot just above the ankle--a flesh wound, that ripped the leg muscles without breaking a bone. With a groan of despair Rockwell toppled over, clawing wildly in an attempt to reach his revolver. But Todd was on top of him before the cashier could swing the gun into action, and a pair of handcuffs finished the career of the man who had planned to loot the C.
T. C. of a quarter million in cold cash.
"The next time you try a trick like that," Todd advised him, on the train that night, "be careful what you leave behind in your room. The two torn letterheads of the Canadian Pacific nearly misled me, but the other one referring to the Honduran line, plus the book on Honduras and the fact that your landlady stated that you hated cold weather, gave you dead away. Of course, even without that, it was a toss-up between Canada and Central America. Those are the only two places where an embezzler is comparatively safe these days. I hope, for the sake of your comfort, they give you plenty of blankets in Joliet."
Quinn paused a moment to repack his pipe, and then, "So far as I know, he"s still handling the prison finances," he added. "Yes--they found at the trial that he had had a clean record up to the moment he slipped, but the criminal tendencies were there and he wasn"t able to resist temptation. He had speculated with the bank funds, covered his shortages by removing the pages from the ledger and kiting checks through the State National, and then determined to risk everything in one grand clean-up.
"He might have gotten away with it, too, if Todd hadn"t spotted the peculiarities which indicated moral weakness. However, you can"t always tell. No one who knew Mrs. Armitage would have dreamed that she was--what she was."
"Well," I inquired, "what was she?"
"That"s what puzzled Washington and the State Department for several months," replied Quinn. "It"s too long a story to spin to-night. That"s her picture up there, if you care to study her features."
And I went home wondering what were the crimes of which such a beautiful woman could have been guilty.