"That is all right, Job. If there is enough in your suspicions, you shall not lack the authority to act. Proceed."
"Well," said Worth, "if the bank people will grant me permission, I can show them how that package of money was extracted."
"That," replied the chief, "might interest them somewhat; at the same time what they want is not to be given an exhibition of expertness in bank robbing, but to be shown how the money can be restored. In short, how it was taken is secondary to the matter of how to get it back. Anything else?"
"Of course, but I propose to show not only how it was taken but also to get on to the track of the fellows that took it."
"That is more like it," said the chief, quietly. "If you can do that, your reputation as a detective will climb pretty high. And there will be money in it for you besides. Go ahead."
"You remember," continued Job, "that just at that time, almost the same date—it was only two or three days later—three young men from Burrough Road (my old school) were drowned from a yacht in the channel off Land's End."
"Yes, I remember that incident," said the chief. "Judge Thurston's son,
Bishop McLaren's boy, and another by the name of Blair."
"Well," said Job, "I don't believe they were drowned. I believe that the so-called yacht was nothing but an old tub that they bought for a trifle and burned, and then in disguise they left for foreign parts; in fact, I believe I know where one of them is."
"Just a moment, Job," said Andrews, interrupting, "has it occurred to you that every passenger's name is recorded on the ship's passenger list?"
"Exactly," admitted Job, "but who has ever examined any particular passenger list? And who, having robbed a bank, would give his true name? Then there are other ways of crossing the ocean besides a regular ocean steamer."