"I don't see how that boy managed it," said Holtzmann. "He was alone only a few minutes."
"Never mind. He's as smart as a steel trap. Was the safe door open?"
"Yes. My clerk left it open. He is a new one and rather careless. What's to be done?"
"I'm going after the rascal," cried Aaron Woodward.
"You'd have a fine time finding him here in Chicago."
"I must find him. Most likely when he discovers how valuable the papers are he'll be off at once for home with them. I can intercept him at the depot."
"That's an idea, if you can locate the right depot."
"I'll be off at once," went on Mr. Woodward.
"I'll go with you," returned Chris Holtzmann, and three minutes later the two men quitted the office, locking the door after them.
I waited several minutes to make sure they were not returning, and then emerged from my hiding-place.