_He_ is a faithful servant, who warned his
employer." He then pointed sternly at young Bolton, and the detective
stepped up to him and said, curtly, "Now, sir, if I _must_."
He then proceeded to search his waistcoat pockets. The young man hung his
head, and looked guilty. He had heard of money being put into an innocent
man's pockets, and he feared that game had been played with him.
The detective examined his waistcoat pockets and found--nothing. His
other pockets--nothing.
The detective patted his breast and examined his stockings--nothing.
"Try the bag," said Monckton.
Then the poor fellow trembled again.
The detective searched the bag--nothing.
He took the overcoat and turned the pockets out--nothing.
Bartley looked surprised. Monckton still more so. Meantime Hope had gone
round from the lobby, and now entered by the small office, and stood
watching a part of this business, viz., the search of the bag and the
overcoat, with a bitter look of irony.
"But my safe must have been opened with false keys," cried Bartley.
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