"
"He may have some design upon that."
"He is very intimate with our bookkeeper,
so his nephew tells me."
Mr. Thorndike looked startled.
"Ha! I scent danger to my friend, Mr. Jennings.
He ought to be apprised."
"He shall be, sir," said Carl, firmly.
"Will you see him to-night?"
"Yes, sir; I am not only in his employ,
but I live at his house."
"That is well."
"Perhaps I ought to go home at once."
"No attempt will be made to rob the office
till late. It is scarcely eight o'clock.
I don't know, however, but I will walk around
to the house with you, and tell your employer
what I know. By the way, what sort of a man
is the bookkeeper?"
"I don't know him very well, sir. He has
a nephew in the office, who was transferred
from the factory. I have taken his place."
"Do you think the bookkeeper would join in
a plot to rob his employer?"
"I don't like him. To me he is always disagreeable,
but I would not like to say that."
"How long has he been in the employ of Mr. Jennings?"
"As long as two years, I should think."
"You say that this man is intimate with him?"
"Leonard Craig--he is the nephew--says that
Mr. Philip Stark is at his uncle's house
every evening."
"So he calls himself Philip Stark, does he?"
"Isn't that his name?"
"I suppose it is one of his names. He was
convicted under that name, and retains it here
on account of its being so far from the place
of his conviction. Whether it is his real name
or not, I do not know. What is the name of
your bookkeeper?"
"Julius Gibbon.
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