Lidgerwood swung his chair to face McCloskey.
"We"ll pa.s.s up the petty thieveries, for the present, and look a little higher," he said gravely. "Have you found any trace of those two car-loads of company lumber lost in transit between here and Red b.u.t.te two weeks ago?"
"No, nor of the cars themselves. They were reported as two Transcontinental flats, initials and numbers plainly given in the car-record. They seem to have disappeared with the lumber."
"Which means?" queried the superintendent.
"That the numbers, or the initials, or both, were wrongly reported. It means that it was a put-up job to steal the lumber."
"Exactly. And there was a mixed car-load of lime and cement lost at about the same time, wasn"t there?"
"Yes."
Lidgerwood"s swing-chair "righted itself to the perpendicular with a snap."
"Mac, the Red b.u.t.te mines are looking up a little, and there is a good bit of house-building going on in the camp just now: tell me, what man or men in the company"s service would be likely to be taking a flyer in Red b.u.t.te real estate?"
"I don"t know of anybody. Gridley used to be interested in the camp. He went in pretty heavily on the boom, and lost out--so they all say. So did your man out there in the pig-pen desk," with a jerk of his thumb to indicate the outer office.
"They are both out of it," said Lidgerwood shortly. Then: "How about Sullivan, the west-end supervisor of track? He has property in Red b.u.t.te, I am told."
"Sullivan is a thief, all right, but he does it openly and brags about it; carries off a set of bridge-timbers, now and then, for house-sills, and makes a joke of it with anybody who will listen."
Lidgerwood dismissed Sullivan abruptly.
"It is an organized gang, and it must have its members pretty well scattered through the departments--and have a good many members, too,"
he said conclusively. "That brings us to the disappearance of the switching-engine again. No one man made off with that, single-handed, Mac."
"Hardly."
"It was this gang we are presupposing--the gang that has been stealing lumber and lime and other material by the car-load."
"Well?"
"I believe we"ll get to the bottom of all the looting on this switching-engine business. They have overdone it this time. You can"t put a locomotive in your pocket and walk off with it. You say you"ve wired Copah?"
"Yes."
"Who was at the Copah key--Mr. Leckhard?"
"No. I didn"t want to advertise our troubles to a main-line official. I got the day-despatcher, Crandall, and told him to keep his mouth shut until he heard of it some other way."
"Good. And what did Crandall say?"
"He said that the "16 had never gone out through the Copah yards; that it couldn"t get anywhere if it had without everybody knowing about it."
Lidgerwood"s abstracted gaze out of the office window became a frown of concentration.
"But the object, McCloskey--what possible profit could there be in the theft of a locomotive that can neither be carried away nor converted into salable junk?"
The trainmaster shook his head. "I"ve stewed over that till I"m threatened with softening of the brain," he confessed.
"Never mind, you have a comparatively easy job," Lidgerwood went on.
"That engine is somewhere this side of the Crosswater Hills. It is too big to be hidden under a bushel basket. Find it, and you"ll be hot on the trail of the car-load robbers."
McCloskey got upon his feet as if he were going at once to begin the search, but Lidgerwood detained him.
"Hold on; I"m not quite through yet. Sit down again and have a smoke."
The trainmaster squinted sourly at the extended cigar-case. "I guess not," he demurred. "I cut it out, along with the toddies, the day I put on my coat and hat and walked out of the old F. & P.M. offices without my time-check."
"If it had to be both or neither, you were wise; whiskey and railroading don"t go together very well. But about this other matter. Some years ago there was a building and loan a.s.sociation started here in Angels, the ostensible object being to help the railroad men to own their homes.
Ever hear of it?"
"Yes, but it was dead and buried before my time."
"Dead, but not buried," corrected Lidgerwood. "As I understand it, the railroad company fathered it, or at all events, some of the officials took stock in it. When it died there was a considerable deficit, together with a failure on the part of the executive committee to account for a pretty liberal cash balance."
"I"ve heard that much," said the trainmaster.
"Then we"ll bring it down to date," Lidgerwood resumed. "It appears that there are twenty-five or thirty of the losers still in the employ of this company, and they have sent a committee to me to ask for an investigation, basing the demand on the a.s.sertion that they were coerced into giving up their money to the building and loan people."
"I"ve heard that, too," McCloskey admitted. "The story goes that the house-building scheme was promoted by the old Red b.u.t.te Western bosses, and if a man didn"t take stock he got himself disliked. If he did take it, the premiums were held out on the pay-rolls. It smells like a good, old-fashioned graft, with the lid nailed on."
"There wouldn"t seem to be any reasonable doubt about the graft," said the superintendent. "But my duty is clear. Of course, the Pacific Southwestern Company isn"t responsible for the side-issue schemes of the old Red b.u.t.te Western officials. But I want to do strict justice. These men charge the officials of the building and loan company with open dishonesty. There was a balance of several thousand dollars in the treasury when the explosion came, and it disappeared."
"Well?" said the trainmaster.
"The losers contend that somebody ought to make good to them. They also call attention to the fact that the building and loan treasurer, who was never able satisfactorily to explain the disappearance of the cash balance, is still on the railroad company"s pay-rolls."
McCloskey sat up and tilted the derby to the back of his head.
"Gridley?" he asked.
"No; for some reasons I wish it were Gridley. He is able to fight his own battles. It comes nearer home, Mac. The treasurer was Hallock."
McCloskey rose noiselessly, tiptoed to the door of communication with the outer office, and opened it with a quick jerk. There was no one there.
"I thought I heard something," he said. "Didn"t you think you did?"
Lidgerwood shook his head.
"Hallock has gone over to the storekeeper"s office to check up the time-rolls. He won"t be back to-day."
McCloskey closed the door and returned to his chair.
"If I say what I think, you"ll be asking me for proofs, Mr. Lidgerwood, and I have none. Besides, I"m a prejudiced witness. I don"t like Hallock."
Quite unconsciously Lidgerwood picked up a pencil and began adding more squares to the miniature checker-board on his desk blotter. It was altogether subversive of his own idea of fitness to be discussing his chief clerk with his trainmaster, but McCloskey had proved himself an honest partisan and a fearless one, and Lidgerwood was at a pa.s.s where the good counsel of even a subordinate was not to be despised.