The steamboat magnate started and shot a quick glance at those present.
It was plain he was disconcerted and uncertain as to how to proceed.
Mr. Donovan, however, came to his rescue, stepping tactfully into the breach:
"I was not needed for anything but to supply your address, sir; but I was able to do that, so between us all we have contrived to return your pocketbook to you as good as before it left your possession."
As he spoke Mr. Tolman drew forth the missing bill book and held it toward its owner.
"That looks pretty good to me!" Mr. Ackerman exclaimed, as he took the article from Mr. Tolman"s outstretched hand and regarded it reflectively. "I don"t know when I have ever done anything so careless and stupid. You see I had got part way to the bank before I remembered that I had left my gla.s.ses, on which I am absolutely dependent, at home.
Therefore, there being no taxi in sight, I hailed a pa.s.sing bus and climbed up beside this youngster. How the bill book happened to slip out of my pocket I cannot explain. It seemed to me it would be safer to have the securities upon my person than in a bag that might be s.n.a.t.c.hed from me; but apparently my logic was at fault. I was, however, so certain of my wisdom that I never thought to question it until I had reached the sidewalk and the bus had gone.
"Your boy, Mr. Tolman, confided while we rode along this morning that he was visiting in New York for a few days; but of course I did not ask his name or address and so when I wanted his help in tracing the missing pocketbook I had no way of locating him beyond a.s.suming that he must be staying at one of the hotels. Therefore when the omnibus company could furnish no clue, I got into touch with an agency whose business it is to hunt people up. If the pocketbook had been dropped on the bus I felt sure your boy, who was almost the only other person on top of the coach, would know about it; if, on the other hand, it had been dropped in the street, my problem would be a different one. In either case the sooner I knew my course of action the better. I hope you will believe, Mr.
Tolman, that when I called in the aid of detectives I had no suspicions against your son"s honesty."
Mr. Tolman waved the final remark aside good-humoredly.
"We have not taken the affair as a personal matter at all," he declared.
"We fully appreciate your difficulty in finding Stephen, for he was also up against the problem of finding you. New York is a rather large city anyway, and for two people who do not even know one another"s names to get together is like hunting a needle in a haystack. Our only recourse to discovering the owner of the pocketbook would be through the advertising columns of the papers and that is the method we should have followed had not Donovan appeared and saved us the trouble."
He exchanged a smile with the detective.
"The advertising column was my one hope," Mr. Ackerman replied. "I felt sure that any honest person who picked up the purse would advertise it.
It was not the honest people I was worrying about. It was the thought that I had dropped the bill book in the street where any Tom-d.i.c.k-and-Harry could run away with it that concerned me. Moreover, even if your boy had found it on the bus, he might have turned it in to an employee of the coach line who was not honest enough to give it in turn to his superiors. So I wanted to know where I stood; and now that I do I cannot tell you how grateful I am both to Stephen and to this officer here for the service they have rendered me." Then, turning toward Mr. Tolman, he added in an undertone, "I hope neither you nor your son have suffered any annoyance through this unfortunate incident."
"Not in the least," was the prompt response. "I confess we were a trifle disconcerted at first; but Mr. Donovan has performed his duty with such courtesy that we entertain toward him nothing but grat.i.tude."
"I am glad of that," Mr. Ackerman replied, "for I should deeply regret placing either you or your boy, even for a moment, in an uncomfortable position, or one where it might appear that I--"
But Mr. Tolman cut him short.
"You took the quickest, most sensible course, Ackerman," said he. "Too much was at stake for you to risk delay. When a pocketbook filled with negotiable securities disappears one must of necessity act with speed.
Neither Stephen nor I cherish the least ill-will about the affair; do we, son?"
"No, indeed."
Then smiling ingenuously up into the face of the New York man, he said:
"Don"t you want to look in your pocketbook and see if everything is all right, sir?"
The steamboat financier laughed.
"You are a prudent young man," declared he. "No, I am quite willing to risk that the property you have so kindly guarded is intact."
"It ought to be," the boy said. "I haven"t even opened the pocketbook."
"A better proof still that everything is safe within it," chuckled Mr.
Ackerman. "No, sonny, I am not worrying. I should not worry even if you had ransacked the bill book from one end to the other. I"d take a chance on the honesty of a boy like you."
Mr. Tolman, however, who had been listening, now came forward and broke into the conversation:
"Stephen"s suggestion is a good, businesslike one, Ackerman," he declared. "As a mere matter of form--not as a slam against our morals--I am sure that both he and I would prefer that you examined your property while we are all here together and a.s.sure yourself that it is all right."
"Pooh! Pooh! Nonsense!" objected the financier.
"It is a wise notion, Mr. Ackerman," rejoined Mr. Donovan. "Business is business. None of us questions the honor of Mr. Tolman or his son. They know that. Nevertheless I am sure we should all feel better satisfied if you went through the formality of an investigation."
"Very well, just as you say. But I want it understood that I do it at their and your request. I am perfectly satisfied to leave things as they are."
Taking the now familiar red pocketbook from his coat he opened it unconcernedly; then the three persons watching him saw a look of consternation banish the smile from his face.
"What"s wrong, Ackerman?" inquired the plain-clothes man quickly.
Without a word the other held the bill book toward him. It was empty.
Bonds, securities, money were gone! A gasp of incredulity came from Stephen.
"I didn"t open it--truly I didn"t!" exclaimed he, in a terror-stricken voice.
But Mr. Ackerman did not heed the remark.
"I am afraid this looks pretty black for us, Ackerman," said Mr. Tolman slowly. "We have nothing to give you but the boy"s word."
Mr. Donovan, however, who had been studying the group with a hawklike scrutiny now sprang to his feet and caught up his hat.
"I don"t see how they dared put it over!" he exclaimed excitedly. "But they almost got away with it. Even I was fooled."
"You don"t mean to insinuate," Mr. Tolman burst out, "that you think we--"
"Good heavens, no!" replied the detective with his hand on the door k.n.o.b. "Don"t go getting hot under the collar, Mr. Tolman. n.o.body is slamming _you_. I have been pretty stupid about this affair, I"m afraid; but give me credit for recognizing honest people when I see them. No, somebody has tricked you--tricked you all. But the game isn"t up yet. If you gentlemen will just wait here--"
The sentence was cut short by the banging of the door. The detective was gone. His departure was followed by an awkward silence.
Mr. Ackerman"s face clouded into a frown of disappointment and anxiety; Mr. Tolman paced the floor and puffed viciously at a cigar; and Steve, his heart cold within him, looked from one to the other, chagrin, mortification and terror in his eyes.
"I didn"t open the pocketbook, Mr. Ackerman," he reiterated for the twentieth time. "I truly didn"t."
But the steamboat magnate was too deeply absorbed in his own thoughts and speculations to notice the high-pitched voice with its intonation of distress.
At last Mr. Tolman could endure the situation no longer.
"This is a most unfortunate happening, Ackerman," he burst out. "I am more concerned about it than I can express. My boy and I are utter strangers to you and we have no way of proving our honesty. All I can say is that we are as much amazed at the turn affairs have taken as yourself, and we regret it with quite as much poignancy--perhaps more since it reflects directly upon us. If there is anything we can do--"
He stopped, awaiting a reply from the other man, but none came.
"Good heavens, Ackerman," he cried. "You don"t mean to say you do not believe my son and me--that you suspect us of double-dealing!"
"I don"t know what to believe, Tolman," owned Mr. Ackerman with candor.
"I want very much to credit your story; in my heart, I do credit it. But head and heart seem to be at variance in this matter. Frankly I am puzzled to know where the contents of that pocketbook have gone. Were the things taken out before the bill book fell into your son"s hands or afterward? And if afterward, who took them? Who had the chance? Donovan seems to think he has a clue, but I confess I have none."