Carl turned his attention to the carpet, but saw nothing of the lost pocketbook. He did find, however, a small book in a brown cover, which Stuyvesant had probably dropped. Picking it up, he discovered that it was a bank book on the Sixpenny Savings Bank of Albany, standing in the name of Rachel Norris, and numbered 17,310.
“This is stolen property, too,” thought Carl. “I wonder if there is much in it.”
Opening the book he saw that there were three entries, as follows:
1883. Jan. 23. Five hundred dollars.
“ June 10. Two hundred dollars.
“ Oct. 21. One hundred dollars.
There was besides this interest credited to the amount of seventy-five dollars. The deposits, therefore, made a grand total of $875.
No doubt Mr. Stuyvesant had stolen this book, but had not as yet found an opportunity of utilizing it.
“What’s dat?” asked the colored servant.
“A savings bank book. My roommate must have dropped it. It appears to belong to a lady named Rachel Norris. I wish I could get it to her.”
“Is she an Albany lady, sir?”
“I don’t know.”
“You might look in the directory.”