Part 4 (1/2)

”That may or may not be. Paper like this is not often thrown out. Call on the president of the Fourth National and the cas.h.i.+er of the People's Bank. Say that we particularly want the money, and would like them to see that the notes go through. Star & Giltedge can easily place the other.”

Granger's manner did not altogether please his partner. The notes lay before him on his desk, and he looked at them in a kind of dazed way.

”What's the matter?” asked Freeling, rather sharply.

”Nothing,” was the quiet answer.

”You saw Mrs. Dinneford in the store just now. I told her last week that I should claim another favor at her hands. She tried to beg off, but I pushed the matter hard. It must end here, she says. Mr. Dinneford won't go any farther.”

”I should think not,” replied Granger. ”I wouldn't if I were he. The wonder to me is that he has gone so far. What about the renewal of these notes?”

”Oh, that is all arranged,” returned Freeling, a little hurriedly.

Granger looked at him for some moments. He was not satisfied.

”See that they go in bank,” said Freeling, in a positive way.

Granger took up his pen in an abstracted manner and endorsed the notes, after which he laid them in his bank-book. An important customer coming in at the moment, Freeling went forward to see him. After Granger was left alone, he took the notes from his bank-book and examined them with great care. Suspicion was aroused. He felt sure that something was wrong. A good many things in Freeling's conduct of late had seemed strange. After thinking for a while, he determined to take the notes at once to Mr. Dinneford and ask him if all was right. As soon as his mind had reached this conclusion he hurried through the work he had on hand, and then putting his bank-book in his pocket, left the store.

On that very morning Mr. Dinneford received notice that he had a note for three thousand dollars falling due at one of the banks. He went immediately and asked to see the note. When it was shown to him, he was observed to become very pale, but he left the desk of the note-clerk without any remark, and returned home. He met his wife at the door, just coming in.

”What's the matter?” she asked, seeing how pale he was. ”Not sick, I hope?”

”Worse than sick,” he replied as they pa.s.sed into the house together.

”George has been forging my name.”

”Impossible!” exclaimed Mrs. Dinneford.

”I wish it were,” replied Mr. Dinneford, sadly; ”but, alas! it is too true. I have just returned from the Fourth National Bank. They have a note for three thousand dollars, bearing my signature. It is drawn to the order of George Granger, and endorsed by him. The note is a forgery.”

Mrs. Dinneford became almost wild with excitement. Her fair face grew purple. Her eyes shone with a fierce light.

”Have you had him arrested?” she asked.

”Oh no, no, no!” Mr. Dinneford answered. ”For poor Edith's sake, if for nothing else, this dreadful business must be kept secret. I will take up the note when due, and the public need be none the wiser.”

”If,” said Mrs. Dinneford, ”he has forged your name once, he has, in all probability, done it again and again. No, no; the thing can't be hushed up, and it must not be. Is he less a thief and a robber because he is our son-in-law? My daughter the wife of a forger! Great heavens! has it come to this Mr. Dinneford?” she added, after a pause, and with intense bitterness and rejection in her voice. ”The die is cast! Never again, if I can prevent it, shall that scoundrel cross our threshold. Let the law have its course. It is a crime to conceal crime.”

”It will kill our poor child!” answered Mr. Dinneford in a broken voice.

”Death is better than the degradation of living with a criminal,”

replied his wife. ”I say it solemnly, and I mean it; the die is cast!

Come what will, George Granger stands now and for ever on the outside!

Go at once and give information to the bank officers. If you do not, I will.”

With a heavy heart Mr. Dinneford returned to the bank and informed the president that the note in question was a forgery. He had been gone from home a little over half an hour, when Granger, who had come to ask him about the three notes given him that morning by Freeling, put his key in the door, and found, a little to his surprise, that the latch was down.