Part 59 (1/2)
Louis Wheeler could have done nothing that would have so lifted him in the estimation of the miners.
”And now,” he said, ”as our friend is out of his trouble I will play you a few tunes on my violin, and will end the day happily.”
”I can't make out that fellow, Rodney,” said Jefferson when they were alone. ”I believe he is the thief, but he has an immense amount of nerve.”
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
MR. WHEELER EXPLAINS.
Probably there was no one at the hotel who suspected Louis Wheeler of being a thief except Rodney and Mr. Pettigrew. His action in starting a contribution for John O'Donnell helped to make him popular. He was establis.h.i.+ng a reputation quite new to him, and it was this fact probably that made him less prudent than he would otherwise have been.
As the loss had been made up, the boarders at the Miners' Rest ceased to talk of it. But Jefferson and his young a.s.sistant did not forget it.
”I am sure Wheeler is the thief, but I don't know how to bring it home to him,” said Jefferson one day, when alone with Rodney.
”You might search him.”
”Yes, but what good would that do? It might be found that he had money, but one gold coin is like another and it would be impossible to identify it as the stolen property. If O'Donnell had lost anything else except money it would be different. I wish he would come to my chamber.”
”Perhaps he would if he thought you were a sound sleeper.”
”That is an idea. I think I can make use of it.”.
That evening when Wheeler was present Mr. Pettigrew managed to turn the conversation to the subject of sleeping.
”I am a very sound sleeper,” he said. ”I remember when I was at home sleeping many a time through a severe thunder storm.”
”Don't you sometimes wake up in the middle of the night?” asked Rodney.
”Very seldom, if I am in good health.”
”Its different with me,” said another of the company. ”A step on the floor or the opening of the door will wake me up at any time.”
”I am glad I am not so easily roused.”
”If I had a fish horn,” said Rodney, laughing, ”I should be tempted to come up in the night and give it a blast before your door.”
”That might wake me up,” said Mr. Pettigrew. ”I wouldn't advise you to try it or the other boarders might get up an indignation meeting.”
The same evening Jefferson Pettigrew took out a bag of gold and carelessly displayed it.
”Are you not afraid of being robbed, Mr. Pettigrew?” asked Rodney.
”Oh no. I never was robbed in my life.”
”How much money have you there?”
”I don't know exactly. Perhaps six hundred dollars,” said Pettigrew in an indifferent tone.