“What do you mean, Jenkins?”
“There’s no telling, sir, but Mr. Galloway might have suspected me. It is the first loss we have had since I have been here, all these years; and—”
“Nonsense!” interrupted Arthur. “You may as well fear that Mr. Galloway will suspect me, or Mr. Yorke.”
“No, sir, you and Mr. Yorke are different; you are gentlemen. Mr. Galloway would no more suspect you, than he would suspect himself. I am thankful I was absent.”
“Be easy, Jenkins,” smiled Arthur. “Absent or present, every one can trust you.”
Mr. Galloway did not return until nearly one o’clock. He went straight to his own room. Arthur followed him.
“I have seen Hamish, sir. He says no person whatever entered on Friday, while he was here alone.”
Mr. Galloway paused, apparently revolving the news. “Hamish must be mistaken,” he answered.
“He told me at the time, last Friday, that no one had been in,” resumed Arthur. “I asked the question when I returned from college, thinking people might have called on business. He said they had not done so; and he says the same now.”
“But look you here, Arthur,” debated Mr. Galloway, in a tone of reasoning. “I suspect neither you nor Yorke; indeed, as it seems, Yorke put himself out of suspicion’s way, by walking off; but if no one came to the office, and yet the note went, remember the position in which you place yourself. I say I don’t blame you, I don’t suspect you; but I do say that the mystery must be cleared up. Are you certain no person came into the office during your presence in it?”