By Constance Beatrice Willard.
The safe was rifled, the money
gone, and yet there appeared to
be no clews as to the one who had
committed the deed. All the men
in 'the office knew the combina
tion, each one was aware of the
money being in the insecure place
and yet Richard Bagley would
not believe that any of them was
"These men have been with me
for years, all except two, and they
are the sons of other employes,"
he told the detective, who smiled
and said nothing. He had been on
so many cases where men had
been trusted and discovered that
those who ought hot to fall did so
without any real reason aside
from natural depravity, for Wil
liam Rodgers did not believe that
a man became a criminal in a
"I never yet found a man who
was good clear through who be
came a crook," he sometimes con
fided. "People may think he is be
cause the man's good at keeping
things to himself, but eventually
the cussedness creeps out." Thus
it was that he smilecTand placed a
close watch on each man in the
office, but did not discover any
thing wrong about any of them.
As far as he could discover, and
William Rodgers was pretty
good in scenting anything off
color, they were ordinary,
straightforward men who had
lived Fegular lives, and had no
love for any of the three great
c?uses of frenzied finance with
other people's money "Wine,
women and cards."
"Yet that money went through
the hands of someone in that of
fice I will swear," lie said to him
self, and then redoubled his exer
tions, for he hated to be worsted,
especially in what he considered
a remarkably easy case. Yet in
spite of all his work at the end of
three weeks he had progressed no
further than where he had been
when he took charge of affairs,
and naturally Richard Bagley felt
a little worried. "
"I do not like to interfere, Mr.
Rodgers'," he said, hesitatingly,
"but I do not care to have my.
men under inspection so long". It
creates hard feeling."
"Want me to give up the case?"
Rodgers asked gloomily.
"I wish you would end it by
finding the man who did the job,"
Mr. Bagley said with a sigh. His
cashier, a man who had been with
him since he first started in busi
ness, had come to Mr. Bagley)
with trembling lips and told him
how worried and mortified his
wife was at the "shadow" -that
haunted her husband's every ac
tion. "Honestly," the cashier
said, "if I thought, Dick, you be
lieved me guilty I don't believe
I'd live through it," and Mr. Bag
ley felt like a thief, for was not he
taking away his friend's piece of
"I'm doing the best I can,"
Rodgers said, puffing' away at a
long cigar and staring at nothing
in particular. He did so hate to
confess himself beaten, but saw
no way out of the difficulty. "Still,
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