Judge seemed to share Roland Delmar's worry now. He looked at the old banker in amazement.
"When did you first discover it?" questioned Judge.
"Last week," declared Delmar. "We put a man named Wellington on the job. Apparently a clerk in our bank, he is in reality a shrewd investigator. Wellington is cautious. He believed, today, that he could find something.
"He has a clue of some sort, but has not mentioned it. He said that would be bad policy. Tonight, however, he guarantees success. When he left my home, as I was coming here, he started directly for the bank."
"He is in there alone?"
"No. That is, only for a short while. I have sent Hubert Salisbury, my chief cashier, to join him. Wellington suggested that he would like to have a trusted man there."
"You trust Salisbury?"
"Implicitly, Mr. Traver. He is to marry my daughter, Martha. Hubert is an honorable young man, Mr. Traver — the very symbol of honesty and reliability. I trust him as if he were my own son."
"I understand," said Judge. "This worries me, Mr. Delmar. It worries me extremely."
"I thought you would appreciate my difficulties," said Delmar eagerly. "That is why I have told you everything. I wanted you to see the trouble — so that you would understand when I asked you this question: Can you, under the circumstances be ready to assist the County National in the emergency which confronts it?"