Certainly he should come and divide, as any honorable thief ought to.
But he did not!
Never before had Weston failed to return at the close of the exchange, where he was usually closeted with Simmons. Why not now?
And so the demon of suspicion grew.
When another hour had passed and the daily workers in stores were hurrying homeward, Hill could stand the suspense no longer, and taking his hat almost ran to Simmons's office.
As might be expected, it was closed.
Then in a frenzy he hurried back to his own office and rang up Weston's home on the telephone.
Weston was not there.
Then he tried Simmons's home, with the same result.
Then he went home.