“Well, Tom?” asked Mr. Boise anxiously, and our hero told all that he had heard.
“Too bad! Too bad!” murmured Mr. Boise. “Cutler is a bright young man. I am sorry to see him going wrong. Well, there is no help for it; I must expose him. You say Sandow is to send some papers to him this morning?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then we must intercept them. Watch all the mail that comes for him, and bring it to me. I will arrange to send him to the court house to look up some records, so he will be out of the way.”
Mr. Cutler seemed quite surprised when, as he came in a little later, he was told by Mr. Boise to go to the surrogate’s office, to see about a certain will.
“But I have some matters here that require my attention,” he objected. “Can’t one of the clerks go? I——”
“It is a very particular matter,” replied Mr. Boise somewhat stiffly. “I prefer to have you do it.”
“Very well,” answered the junior partner. “Is there any mail for me?” he asked of Tom, for the postman used to lay all the letters on the telephone table, whence, after Tom had sorted them, a messenger boy distributed them to the different offices.
“No, sir,” replied Tom.
“If any comes have it at once put in my desk,” went on Mr. Cutler, “and see that it is not disturbed. I am expecting some important letters.”