“No, sir, I am sorry to say she does not; but I don't think she is in this plot. I think she honestly believes that I stole her bonds.”
“I have too great confidence in you to believe it. I own I was a little shaken when the key was found. You have no idea how it came in your pocket, I suppose?”
“No, sir, I can't guess. I might suspect Mr. Ford of putting it there, but I can't see how he managed it.”
“Well, we will let matters take their course. You will go to work as usual, and not speak a word of what has happened this evening.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Meanwhile, we must follow Willis Ford. When he left the house, he was by no means in a comfortable frame of mind. He felt that it was absolutely necessary to see Jim Morrison, and have an understanding with him. What arrangements he could make with him, or how he could reconcile him to the loss of the money which he had expected to receive from the sale of the bonds, he could not yet imagine. Perhaps he would be willing to receive the other four bonds in part payment. In that case Willis himself would not profit as much as he had hoped from the theft; but there seemed no alternative. He had got himself into a scrape, and he must get out of it the best way possible.
Though he did not know where to find Morrison, he thought it likely that he might be seen at the White Elephant, a large and showy billiard room on Broadway, near Thirtieth Street. There were several gambling houses near by, and there or in that neighborhood he thought that Morrison might be met.
He was right. On entering the billiard room he found the man he sought playing a game of billiards with Tom Calder, at the first table.
“I want to see you, Morrison,” he said, in a low voice. “Is the game 'most finished?”
“I have only six points more to make. I shall probably run out this time.”