“Matter enough. Look at the confusion here—the ink bottle upset all over a lot of my papers, and everything turned topsy turvy. Oh, this is simply exasperating! I put everything away with scrupulous care in this desk. There are papers here that I wouldn’t have touched for anything. I suppose that stupid old janitor has upset things in moving the desk.”
“But why was it unlocked?” I asked anxiously.
“I haven’t the least idea. I am sure I did not leave it so, for I kept valuable things here. In this drawer I kept my bank deposit book.”
Ray opened the drawer as he spoke. It was perfectly empty. He looked at me in speechless astonishment as he fumbled about in the vacant drawer.
“Why, the old thief,” he burst out angrily, “he must have been robbing me this morning. Here, wait a minute, I’ll find out about this,” and Ray dashed out into the hall.
In about ten minutes he returned with a puzzled and bewildered expression on his face.
“Learn anything?” I asked.
Ray shook his head.
“I am further off than before. Old Jarvis swears that he hasn’t been in the room,” he said.
“But I thought you said he had been cleaning up here this morning,” I remarked wonderingly.