"How do you do, Randy?" said Mr. Bartlett. "Glad to see you. Jack says you want to see me."
"I do, Mr. Bartlett. Can I talk to you in private?"
"Certainly. Come into the parlor."
Mr. Bartlett led the way and closed the door. Then both sat down.
"I want to tell you something about Mr. Bangs and a man named Tuller,"
began Randy. "They were on the boat to-day and I overheard some of their talk."
"Tuller, eh?" said Mr. Bartlett, and his brow darkened.
As well as he could Randy repeated the talk he had heard. Jack"s father listened with keen interest. He was astonished when Randy mentioned the papers which had been abstracted from his desk.
"So Bangs has them in his safe at home, eh?" he cried. "Well, I am going to get them, be the cost what it may. They belong to me, and I am going to take them no matter where I find them."
He was equally astonished to hear that a certain Mr. Robinson was not acting with Amos Bangs and certain other men, Tuller included.
"They gave me to understand that Robinson was with them," said Philip Bartlett. "If Robinson will only act with me, perhaps I can do a great deal."
"Then why don"t you write to Mr. Robinson and find out?"
"I will go and see him."
"Oh, then he lives here."
"No, in Springfield. But our works are going to shut down for a few days, so I will have ample time. Randy, I am very thankful to you for bringing me this news."
"I hope it does you some good, Mr. Bartlett."
"I think it will. Perhaps I"ll only be able to scare Bangs, but that may make him careful, so I can get something out of my stock in the iron works company."
"If you ever want me as a witness I will do what I can for you."
"Thank you, my lad; you are kind and I will remember what you say."
After that Mrs. Bartlett and Jack came in and learned something of what had brought our hero to the house.
"Good for you, Randy!" cried Jack. "Father, if I were you, I"d break into old Bangs"s safe."
"Pray do nothing rash," pleaded Mrs. Bartlett. "Remember he is rich and has many friends."
"He is certainly rich," said Randy, "but I doubt if the family have many friends. All of them are too overbearing."
"Bangs broke into father"s private desk and took the papers," went on Jack. "It would be only t.i.t for tat to break open the safe and get the papers back."
"I shall see Robinson first and then make up my mind what to do,"
answered his father.
Randy spent a pleasant evening with Jack, and when it came time to go to the boat Jack walked half the distance with our hero.
"I wish father could get what is due him," said Jack on the way. "He can"t stand the hard work he is now doing."
The next morning Randy sailed down the river on the steamboat.
Twenty-four hours later Mr. Bartlett crossed the Hudson and took a train for Springfield. He hoped to find Mr. Robinson at one of the banks and he was not disappointed.
The bank official--for such Mr. Robinson was--listened with interest to all Philip Bartlett had to tell. He shook his head when Amos Bangs and Tuller were mentioned.
"I suspected as much," said he. "I was given to understand that Bangs had bought you out. I couldn"t understand it either, for you once told me that you did not wish to leave the works. I have just gotten back from a trip to Europe and have a good deal to attend to here, but I will take this matter up as soon as I possibly can."
"And you will stand in with me?" asked Mr. Bartlett, anxiously.
"If you wish it."
"I do."
"Then we must act together."
"And what would be your advice regarding those papers in Bangs"s private safe at his house?"
"Get out a search warrant and take a professional safe man along, to open the strong box," answered the bank official, promptly. "And do not delay either. He may take it into his head to burn the papers up."
"I will do as you say," answered Mr. Bartlett with decision.
Some of his old-time will power had come back to him and he lost not a moment in carrying out his plans. He visited a firm dealing in safes and from them got the address of a man who claimed to be able to open any ordinary safe made. Then he called on this individual.
"You open safes?" he asked.
"I do--if I have the proper authority," answered the man.
"Can you open a first-cla.s.s house safe?"
"Yes."
"How long will it take?"
"From five minutes to three hours."
"What are your charges?"
"Ten to fifty dollars. I"ll have to see the safe before I can set a definite figure."
"Will you be at liberty to-morrow?"
"I"ll be at your service if you engage me now."
"Very well, you may consider yourself engaged. I wish you to meet me in Riverport at about noon."
"Your own safe?"