“You keep some valuable goods down here?” he asked.
“Not our most valuable.”
“Have any of these other cases been examined? Your visitors may not have confined their attention to the one line of goods.”
“No. They were all broken, and would not show tampering so easily. Had I better have them all examined?”
“That you’ll have to settle yourself,” said Mr. Fitler, smiling. “It might be best for your peace of mind not to know all you have lost.”
He was walking now down the room, his keen eyes wandering from side to side, noting every detail.
“Do those goods come in that rumpled condition?” he asked, stopping beside a case of light dress goods.
“They don’t look as smooth as they might, that’s a fact,” said Wilson, as he partly opened a roll of the stuff. It was somewhat creased and wrinkled.
They had fallen upon a portion of Will’s bed which he had rolled up again rather hastily.
“I think I will have these few cases recounted,” said Mr. Leonard. “They are new goods, and we can easily tell what sales have been made from them. Send Mr. Brown down here, and Will,” he called up the stairs.