"So far, so good," he said, and began eagerly to explore the contents.
First in order came a pile of shirts and underclothing. These he hastily removed, and peered about for papers. In one corner was a book of deposits on a city savings-bank. Led by curiosity, Maurice opened it. He saw a long line of deposits, covering several pages, for Gilbert had been in the habit of making a weekly deposit, even the first year, for, though his income was small, he had nothing to pay for board, and this was, of course, a great help.
"How much has the fellow got?" thought Maurice.
He made a hurried calculation, and, to his astonishment and envy, learned that our hero had seven hundred and sixty dollars deposited to his credit.
"Almost eight hundred dollars, and I haven"t a cent," he muttered, discontentedly. Then there came the thought that if he found the paper, he might count upon a hundred dollars, and his good spirits returned.
Underneath the bank-book were two letters, written to him by Mordaunt while absent on a pleasure-trip not long before, and under these was a sheet of quarto paper, which appeared to be written upon.
"That may be the paper," thought Maurice, and he took it in his hands with eager antic.i.p.ations. Turning to the end he read the signature, "Jacob Morton." A slight examination of the contents satisfied him that it was the paper he wanted.
"Success! success!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, exultingly. "My hundred dollars are safe. Now, Gilbert Grey, your hopes are dashed to the earth, and you won"t know who has done it for you."
There was no need of waiting longer. He put back the contents of the trunk hastily, with the exception of the paper, which he folded, and put carefully in his breast-pocket. Then locking the trunk, he went down stairs, and let himself out by the front door, without meeting any one.
"I didn"t think I"d succeed so easily," he thought. "Now I"ll go round to the Burnet House and get my hundred dollars. It pays to have a headache, sometimes."
Arrived at the Burnet House he found that Mr. Grey was out, and decided to wait for him. He remained in the reading-room, reading the papers, impatient for the return of his employer. As he sat there, Mr. Grey, who had been told at the desk that some one was waiting to see him, entered.
"Ah! my young friend," he said, affably, "well, have you any news for me?"
"Yes," said Maurice.
"What is it?"
"Hadn"t we better go up stairs?"
"It may be better. But, in one word, is it success or failure?"
"Success," said Maurice.
"Good!" exclaimed James Grey, his eyes lighting up with joy. "Come up."
Again they found themselves in the same room in which Gilbert and his uncle had formerly had their interview.
"The paper," said Mr. Grey, impatiently.
"You"ll pay me the money?" said Maurice, cautiously.
"If the paper is correct, you may be a.s.sured of that."
Upon this a.s.surance Maurice withdrew the paper from his pocket, and pa.s.sed it over to his companion. The latter opened it, and glanced over it triumphantly.
"Is it right?"
"Yes, it is right. It is the forged paper. We have put a spoke in the wheel of that impudent young impostor. He can do nothing now. But you want your money, and you shall have it."
Mr. Grey took out his pocket-book and counted out five twenty-dollar bills, which he put in the hands of his agent.
"Now confess," he said, "you never earned money more easily."
"No," said Maurice; "but I wouldn"t like to go through it again.
Suppose Grey had come in while I was at his trunk?"
"Tell me how you managed it--I am curious to know."
So Maurice told the story, which amused his auditor not a little, especially when he tried on the mustache in his presence.
"You are a regular conspirator," he said, smiling. "You absolutely have a genius for intrigue."
Maurice felt complimented by this remark, and the fact that he was the possessor of over a hundred dollars, put him in very good spirits.
"When do you think Gilbert will find out his loss?" he asked.
"Very likely not till he calls on me. He will wonder how he met with the loss."
"I must be going, Mr. Grey," said Maurice. "It is about time for lunch."
"I would invite you to lunch with me, but it might lead to suspicions."
"Thank you all the same."
"Now the boy may do his worst," said James Grey, exultingly. "He has lost his proof, and has nothing but his own a.s.sertion to fall back upon. _I am out of danger._"
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE TABLES TURNED.
As Maurice Walton left the Burnet House, he fell in with the one whom he most wished to avoid. Gilbert was returning to the store, after his usual midday lunch. He was surprised to see Maurice, supposing him at home, suffering from the headache.
"How do you happen to be here, Maurice?" he asked. "I thought you were at home."
"My head felt so bad that I thought I would come out into the fresh air," answered Maurice, a little confused.
"Do you feel better?"
"A little. I think I"ll go home and go to bed."
"I hope you"ll be all right to-morrow."
"I guess so."
So they separated, Gilbert, who was not inclined to be suspicious, not doubting his fellow-clerk"s statements.