“Did the foreman see the man who gave the order supposedly from Mr. Sheldon?”
“He says he had the order by telephone and never saw the copy which he was told would be sent in. Please look over the papers now to see if they are all right.”
Dick read over one of the magazines, compared it hastily with a dozen others and found that no extraneous matter had been introduced.
“Yes, they are all right,” he said, “and we will pay you for them but I would very much like to find out who was juggling with them. It is a queer thing all around. Wouldn’t the foreman know Jack’s voice?”
“He says he never thought to question it when some one said over the wire that he was Sheldon. He never had to do with your friend anyhow. I did most of the talking.”
“But didn’t you think it odd to send such a message over the ’phone?”
“I was pretty busy at the time working at the paper and we had some job work besides so that I left things to the foreman. He is rather hard of hearing and cannot distinguish voices very well. You have to yell at him to make him understand but the more noise there is in the office the better he can hear.”
“Well, I don’t suppose we will see the boy again and I wouldn’t know him if I did see him. Jack might, for he remembers faces. What’s the boy’s name, anyhow?”
“Joe Jackson. He is red headed and squints. He always did get on my nerves and I am not sorry that he has gone but I shall have to find another.”
“Well, the papers are all right and we will give you the job again but I hope we will not have any more such trouble. You can trust to Jack to see if there is anything wrong, however.”