Picking
it up, he discovered that it was a bank
book on the Sixpenny Savings Bank of Albany,
standing in the name of Rachel Norris,
and numbered 17,310.
"This is stolen property, too," thought Carl.
"I wonder if there is much in it."
Opening the book he saw that there were
three entries, as follows:
1883. Jan. 23. Five hundred dollars.
" June 10. Two hundred dollars.
" Oct. 21. One hundred dollars.
There was besides this interest credited to
the amount of seventy-five dollars. The deposits,
therefore, made a grand total of $875.
No doubt Mr. Stuyvesant had stolen this
book, but had not as yet found an opportunity
of utilizing it.
"What's dat?" asked the colored servant.
"A savings bank book. My roommate must
have dropped it. It appears to belong to a
lady named Rachel Norris. I wish I could
get it to her."
"Is she an Albany lady, sir?"
"I don't know."
"You might look in the directory."
"So I will. It is a good idea."
"I hope the gemman didn't take all your money, sir."
"No; he didn't even take half of it. I only
wish I had been awake when the boat got to the dock."
"I would have called you, sir, if you had asked me."
"I am not much used to traveling. I shall
know better next time what to do."
The finding of the bank book partially consoled
Carl for the loss of his pocketbook and
gripsack. He was glad to be able to defeat
Stuyvesant in one of his nefarious schemes,
and to be the instrument of returning Miss
Norris her savings bank book.
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