them big liners. You hafter be part dancin" master as well as navigator to sit at the head o" the captain"s table on one o" them floatin"
palaces. Ralph would shine there."
"Oh, Mr. Ba.s.sett! he would not be so foolish, would he? I wish I had offered to lend him some money-enough money to straighten out the family"s affairs."
"Do you cal"late what I told you I"d heard whispered about the professor foolin" away their money is so?" asked Tobias slyly.
"Oh, yes. Father is away just now. Professor Endicott came to the house to find him, and he seemed in great trouble. He as good as let the cat out of the bag."
"That he was broke?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the startled lightkeeper.
"Yes. Something like that. To Aunt Ida."
"Oh, sugar!" murmured Tobias. Then: "Guess we"re all in the same pickle."
"What do you mean?" asked Lorna, a little startled by the sudden change in the expression of the old man"s countenance.
"Ain"t you heard?"
"Heard what? I have heard nothing at all startling."
"Didn"t your folks have any money in the Clinkerport Bank?"
"Only Aunt Ida"s household account. A matter of a few hundred dollars.
Why?"
"You"re terrible lucky, I cal"late." Tobias sighed and shook his head.
"You kin afford to lose that much."
"Why! what do you mean?" she repeated. "What has happened to the bank?"
"Been robbed. Burglars. Last night. Said to have cleaned out the cash. And the bank"s shet up tight."
"Mercy!"
"Heppy"s purt" near done up. She--"
"But you won"t lose your money, will you? You and Miss Heppy?"
"I cal"late. And we never had a mite of fun out of it. Heppy wouldn"t hear to our making no splurge with that legacy we got from Cap"n Jethro Potts. It"s a judgment on us, I believe. I might have got me that silver-banded pipe I"ve always wanted."
She looked at him with understanding.
"You never would have smoked it, Tobias Ba.s.sett."
"Well, I could have hung it up over the mantel, couldn"t I, for an ornament? Oh, sugar! My doughnut always did have the biggest hole!"
"But if the bank has been robbed--"
They came into the head of Clinkerport"s main street as she spoke.
Their gaze swept the thoroughfare as far as the bank building which stood directly beside the post-office.
A crowd-really a throng for Clinkerport-was gathered in front of the bank"s door. The stores were deserted while the excited people milled before the barred windows and grated door of the bank, and more were coming on foot and in vehicles from all directions.
"I cal"late folks is some stirred up," observed Tobias, as he proceeded to get out of the car.
CHAPTER XVIII
A CLUE
Coatless men and bareheaded women made up the excited company before the Clinkerport Bank, while shrill-voiced children circled the outskirts.
It was like a circus or a street-fair day for the youngsters.
But among the adults there were grave faces. This disaster was a very real one to many who had scrimped and saved-like the Ba.s.setts-for a bank account.
The Clinkerport Bank was a "one man inst.i.tution." If Arad Thompson had mismanaged it, or had not taken sufficient precautions against burglary, the result might be a lasting blow to the community.
These people were not familiar enough with law and with banking affairs to understand why the Clinkerport Bank should be closed if the inst.i.tution itself-and Arad Thompson-had not "gone broke" through the robbery that was reported.
"What d"ye think of it? What d"ye think, Tobias?" demanded Ezra Crouch of the lightkeeper when the latter approached the scene. "Ain"t it a shame-a rascally shame? That Arad Thompson--"
"I hadn"t heard tell that Arad burgled his own bank. Did he, Ez?"
"Wal, no. I dunno as he did," admitted the much-wrought-upon Mr.
Crouch, who had never deposited a dollar in the bank in all his shiftless career and probably never would. "But Arad"s responserble, ain"t he?"
"I cal"late," agreed Tobias mildly. "Guess we better give him a chance to straighten things out--"
"I guess you ain"t heard much about it, Tobias," interrupted the busy-tongued Ezra. "Something mighty funny about this robbery. Arad called in all the money he could an" seemed to get his cash-drawer crammed with it, jest so"s "twould make a good haul for these burglars.
A hundred and forty thousand dollars! My!"
"Does seem a whole lot o" money to take chances with," admitted Tobias.
"Huh! And why does Arad, fust-off, telegraph to some feller they call a "bank examiner" and get him down here on the airly train? And why does he shut the bank up as tight as a herrin" can and put a sign on the door? That"s what _I_ want to know."
"Time"ll tell. I wouldn"t get excited if I was you, Ez," advised the lightkeeper soothingly.
"Wal, that Arad Thompson--"
"I know. We got to watch him-and that wheel chair. Where is he?"
"Inside. In his office," snorted Ezra Crouch.
"Smokin" twenty-five cent _see_-gars an" takin" it easy."
"Looks suspicious," agreed Tobias, his eyes twinkling. "These times it does seem as though a feller _must_ have come by his money dishonest if he smokes quarter cigars. Hullo, Mr. Compton!"