“That’s a fact. Perhaps mine wasn’t mailed. Of course,” he added quietly, “you didn’t require that letter. You had my note of release in the safe. They say at the Trust company that you collected the thousand dollars and interest within four days after I left.”
“Suppose every employé who has a deposit of faith—should tie us up that way?”
“It would be well to find out what he has done—before calling in the police.”
“What do you want, Bellair?”
Mr. Jabez could hold his temper, when its display was an inconvenience.
“I want a paper signed by you for Lot & Company, stating that you were in error when you charged me with absconding with company funds; that my accounts were afterward found to be entirely correct.”
Jabez Lot surveyed him. There was some change which he did not understand. The paper asked for, was a mere matter of dictation, a thing that might be forced from the firm. He believed, however, that Bellair wanted something else.
“I think the wisest plan for us will be to turn your case over to our attorney,” he said.
“Why?” Bellair asked. The full episode of the Nubian File and Mr. Prentidd passed through his mind.
“You see these affairs are adjusted better out of the office——”