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“What morning was it?” asked Paul, pushing his advantage.

“It was last Monday mornin’, Mr. Paul,” the porter explained, “an’ how it was I dunno, for I had every wan of them windows tight on Saturday night, an’ Monday mornin’ one of them was unfastened whin I wint to open it to let a bit of air into the office here.”

“You sleep here always, don’t you?” Paul proceeded.

“I’ve slept here ivery night for three years now come Thanksgivin’,” Mike replied. “I’ve the whole top of the house to myself. It’s an illigant apartment I have there, Mr. Paul.”

“Who was here Sunday?” was the next question.

“Sure nobody was here at all,” responded the porter, “barrin’ they came while I took me a bit of a walk after dinner. An’ they couldn’t have got in anyway, for I lock up always, and I wasn’t gone for an hour, or maybe an hour an’ a half.”

“I hope you will be very careful hereafter,” said Paul.

“I will that,” promised Mike, “an’ I am careful now always.”

The porter took up the coal-scuttle, and then he turned to Paul.

“How was it ye knew that the winder was not fastened that mornin’?” he asked.

“How did I know?” repeated the young man. “Oh, a little bird told me.”

When Mike had left the office Paul took a chair before the fire and lighted a cigar. For half an hour he sat silently thinking.

He came to the conclusion that Mr. Wheatcroft was right in his suspicion. Whittier, Wheatcroft & Co. had lost important contracts because of underbidding, due to knowledge surreptitiously obtained. He believed that some one had got into the store on Sunday while Mike was taking a walk, and that this somebody had somehow opened the safe. There never was any money in that private safe; it was intended to contain only important papers. It did contain the letter-book of the firm’s bids, and this is what was wanted by the man who had got into the office, and who had let himself in by the window, leaving it unfastened behind him. How this man had got in, and why he did not get out by the way he entered, how he came to be able to open the private safe, the combination of which was known only to the two partners–these were questions for which Paul Whittier had no answer.

What grieved him when he had come to the conclusion was that the thief–for such the house-breaker was in reality–was probably one of the men in the employ of the firm. It seemed to him almost certain that the man who had broken in knew all the ins and outs of the office. And how could this knowledge have been obtained except by an employee? Paul was well acquainted with the clerks in the outer office. There were five of them, including the old book-keeper, and although none of them had been with the firm as long as the Major, no one of them had been there less than ten years. Paul did not know which one to suspect. There was, in fact, no reason to suspect any particular clerk. And yet that one of the five men in the main office on the other side of the glass partition within twenty feet of him–that one of those was the guilty man Paul did not doubt.

And therefore it seemed to him not so important to prevent the thing from happening again as it was to catch the man who had done it. The thief once caught, it would be easy thereafter for the firm to take unusual precautions. But the first thing to do was to catch the thief. He had come and gone, and left no trail. But he must have visited the office at least three times in the past few weeks, since the firm had lost three important contracts. Probably he had been there oftener than three times. Certainly he would come again. Sooner or later he would come once too often. All that needed to be done was to set a trap for him.