Peter Merton's private mint

By LEE ARCHER
Your name is Merton and you find that all you have to do is reach into your safe to get money. The more you take, the more you find. And just when Quiggs has cut your future down to nothing. A wonderful discovery! Or is it? Of course it is. You'll be the richest man in the world. But will you?
Peter Merton sat at his desk after the District Attorney's men left, and put his head in his hands. He was still sitting that way when Miss Irene Simmons came in.
Here's the rest of the morning's mail, Mr. Merton, she said.
Merton didn't even look up. He was a young, good looking man in his late twenties, the type known as a rising young executive —possibly because that's exactly what he was. But he did not look young this morning. His interview with the D.A. had added years to his appearance. He felt old and haggard.
Just put them on the desk, he said. His voice sounded tired.
She put the letters on the desk, but when she didn't leave immediately, Peter Merton looked up.
Irene Simmons was an average-sized girl with golden-brown hair, large blue eyes, a full, red mouth, and a lush figure. She looked as though she ought to be working as a bathing-suit model instead of as the private secretary to a vice-president of Crabley & Co.
Does it look pretty bad, Mr. Merton? she asked.
It looks horrible, he said bleakly. The D.A. said that since Quiggs has had four days to get away, the money is probably in South America by now. He put his hand over his eyes. If only I hadn't been such a fool! Why did I put the money in my office safe instead of in the company vault? Fifty thousand dollars! The insurance company won't pay, because the policy says that cash has to be kept in the vault.
But how was I to know that Quiggs would come sneaking in here during Christmas vacation and take it out of my safe? He's been working for the company for years; who would have thought it?
Frankly, Mr. Merton, I think he was jealous because you were made a vice-president instead of him, Irene said firmly. I think he wanted to ruin you.