Part 87 (1/2)

”That,” curtly answered George, ”if you 'follow up' any chimera that your brain chooses to raise, you must expect to get paid out for it. Let Layton alone. It will be time enough to look him up when suspicious circ.u.mstances arise to compromise him. The bonds are gone: but we shall not get them back again by making a stir in wrong quarters. The better plan will be to be quiet over it for a while.”

He resumed his quick pace and strode along, calling back a good night to Mr. Hurde. The latter gazed after him in undisguised astonishment.

”Make no stir! let the thing go on quietly!” he articulated to himself.

”Who'd say such a thing but easy George G.o.dolphin! Not look up Layton?

It's well for you, Mr. George, that you have men of business about you!

He'd let himself be robbed under his very nose, and never look out to see who did it. However will things go on, if the worst happens to his brother?”

It seemed that they were all saying the same--how would things go on, if the worst happened to Thomas G.o.dolphin?

For once in his life of service the old clerk chose to ignore the wish--the command if you will--of Mr. George G.o.dolphin. He did _not_ let Layton alone. Quite the contrary. No sooner did Layton enter the Bank on the following morning, than Mr. Hurde dropped upon him. He had been watching for his entrance the last ten minutes; for Mr. Layton arrived late, the result possibly of the past night's extensive scene of revelry. He had settled himself in his place behind the counter, when the chief clerk's voice arrested him.

”I want you, Mr. Layton.”

Now, the fact was, Mr. Hurde, having slept upon the matter, arose perplexed by sundry doubts. The circ.u.mstances against Layton appeared by no means so conclusive to his mind as they had done the previous night.

Therefore he deemed it good policy to speak to that suspected gentleman in a temperate spirit, and see whether he could fish anything out, rather than accuse him point-blank of having been the delinquent.

”This is a nasty business,” began he, when Layton reached him, in answer to his call.

”What is?” asked Layton.

”What is?” repeated Mr. Hurde, believing that the loss must have affected every one connected with the establishment as it was affecting him, and doubting whether the indifferent answer was not a negative proof of guilt. ”What should it be, but this loss that has been spoken of in the Bank?”

”Oh, that,” returned Layton. ”I dare say they will be found.”

”It places us all in a very awkward position, from myself downwards,”

went on Hurde, who was by no means a conjuror at the task he had undertaken. ”There's no knowing what, or whom, Mr. G.o.dolphin's suspicions may be turning to.”

”Rubbis.h.!.+” retorted Layton. ”It's not likely that Mr. G.o.dolphin would begin to doubt any of us. There's no cause for doing so.”

”I don't know that,” said Mr. Hurde significantly. ”_I_ am not so sure of some of you.”

Layton opened his eyes. He supposed Mr. Hurde must be alluding to some one clerk in particular; must have a reason for it; but he did not glance at himself. ”Why do you say that?” he asked.

”Well--it has occurred to me that some one or two of you may be living at a rate that your salary would neither pay for nor justify. You for one.”

”I?” returned Layton.

”Yes, you. Horses, and gigs, and wine, and company, and pianos! They can't be managed out of a hundred a year.”

Layton was rather taken to. Not to make an unnecessary mystery over it, it may as well be mentioned that all these expenses which so troubled old Hurde, the clerk was really paying for honestly, but not out of his salary. An uncle of his wife's was allowing them an addition to their income, and this supplied the additional luxuries. He resented the insinuation.

”Whether they are managed out of it, or whether they are not, is no business of yours, Mr. Hurde,” he said, after a pause. ”I shall not come to you to pay for them, or to the Bank either.”

”It is my business,” replied the old clerk, ”It is Mr. G.o.dolphin's business, which is the same thing. Pray, how long is it since you became a betting man?”

”I am not a betting man,” said Layton.

”Oh, indeed! You have not bet upon Cannonbar, I suppose? You never put into a sweepstakes in your life?--you are not in one now, are you?”