"It may involve you in danger," he said, at length.
"I don't care for the danger," said Rufus, impetuously. "I know that I am partly responsible for the loss of the box, and I want to recover it. Then no one can blame me, or pretend that I had anything to do with stealing it. I should feel a great deal better if you would let me try, sir."
"Do you think there is any chance of your tracing this man, Martin? He may leave the city."
"I don't think he will, sir."
"I am inclined to grant your request, Rufus," said the banker, after a pause. "At the same time, I shall wish you to call with me at the office of police, and give all the information you are possessed of, that they also may be on the lookout for the thief. We had best go at once."
Mr. Turner and Rufus at once repaired to the police office, and lodged such information as they possessed concerning the theft.
"What were the contents of the box?" inquired the officer to whom the communication was made.
"Chiefly railroad and bank stocks."
"Was there any money?"
"Four hundred dollars only."