“Well, it—it was a perfectly natural discovery in the course of to-day’s business,” Mr. Gilsey faltered.
A subtle gleam showed for a moment in Nick’s keen eyes.
“Do you know of anything, or have you ever heard anything, which at once led you to examine Kendall’s accounts when he failed to appear at his desk this morning?” he demanded.
The banker hesitated for barely a second, and Nick cried curtly:
“Come, come, Gilsey, there is something more. Let me have the whole business, all you know, or up go my hands and I drop the case. I thought you knew I was a man to be safely trusted, dear fellow. Come, come, what sent you to Kendall’s books so hurriedly?”
The banker colored slightly, and now hastened to reply.
“Well, Nick, to be perfectly frank with you, despite that I give no credit to the statement, it was said to me about two weeks ago that Kendall was given to gambling.”
“Oh, ho! Gambling, eh? Who said so?”
“A brother banker, Nick, whose name certainly is not material at this time.”
“Well? Anything more?”