CHAPTER XXIII.

BROUGHT TO BAY.

Mr. Haynes had a private reason for accepting readily the commission to

visit Brooklyn. It occurred to him at once that it would give him an

excellent chance to call on his real-estate agent, and confer with him

upon future investments. For James Haynes had the comfortable

consciousness that he was a prosperous man. Month by month, and year by

year, he was adding largely to his gains, and while he was still a young

man he would be rich, _if all went well_.

Of course this meant if his peculations remained undiscovered. Why

should they not be? He plumed himself on the skill with which he managed

to rob his employer. He was no vulgar bungler to break into the store,

or enter into an alliance with burglars. Not he! The property he took

was carried off openly before Mr. Hartley's very eyes, and he knew

nothing of it. He did not even suspect that he was being robbed. This is

what Mr. Haynes thought; but, as we know, he was mistaken. Even now he

was in a net; but did not know it.

After attending to Mr. Hartley's commission Haynes went to see his

broker. The conversation he had with the broker was of a very

encouraging character. He was congratulated upon his investments, and

assured that they would pay him handsomely.

James Haynes returned from Brooklyn in a very pleasant mood.

"A year or two more of life as a clerk, and I will throw off the yoke,"

he said to himself. "I must be worth at least fifteen thousand dollars

now, apart from any rise in the value of my investments. When I reach

twenty-five thousand I will resign my position, and go to Europe. I

shall than possess an income adequate to my simple wants."

"Is Mr. Hartley in the counting-room?" he asked, as he reëntered the

store.

"Yes, sir, and he wishes to see you."

"Of course he wants to see me,--to hear my report."

The merchant looked up as Haynes entered the counting-room.

"So you are back?" he said, gravely.

"Yes, sir; I was detained a little, but I fulfilled my commission."

"That is well."

Here Haynes made his report. Mr. Hartley listened with an abstracted

air, for his thoughts were upon the defalcation of the man before him.

Finishing his statement, James Haynes turned to leave the office, but

his employer called him back.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Haynes," he said, gravely. "I wish to ask you one or

two questions."

"Certainly, sir."

"I believe we have transactions with a party in Hartford, with the

firm-name of H. L. Davis & Co.?"

"Yes, sir," said Haynes, starting and flushing a little.

"Is Mr. Davis a relative of yours?"

"Yes, sir. I wonder where he heard that?" Haynes asked himself. "Is

there any trouble? Is he behind in his payments?" inquired the clerk.

"No; he has always settled his bills with commendable promptness."

"I insisted on that," said Haynes, in a satisfied tone. "I didn't want

you to lose by any connection of mine."

"And you are quite sure that I have lost nothing by Mr. Davis?" demanded

the merchant, regarding Haynes intently.

The latter changed color.

"How is that possible," he inquired, "since he has met his payments

promptly?"

"You have personally seen to the packing of Mr. Davis's goods, I

believe, Mr. Haynes?"

"Well--generally," stammered the rather disconcerted clerk.

"At all events, you did so this morning?"

"Ye-es."

"After you started for Brooklyn, I had the case opened, and found some

patterns of silk not included in the bill."

"I suppose there was a mistake," said Haynes, turning pale.

"You think this has not happened before?"

"I am sure of it."

"Mr. Haynes," said his employer, sternly, "you may as well drop the mask

of innocence. I have been robbed systematically for the last three

years, and I now understand how it was done. You and Davis, between you,

have plundered me in an exceedingly ingenious manner. It will go hard

with you before a jury."

"You won't have me arrested!" exclaimed Haynes, his pallor indicating

his dismay.

"Why should I not?"

"You could prove nothing."

"I will take my chance of that. Have you nothing more to say?"

"I--though I do not admit that your charge is correct--I am willing to

make over to you the greater part of my property, to avoid the scandal

of a trial."

"That will not do, Mr. Haynes. Were I to accept this upon such a ground,

you could rightfully bring against me a charge of blackmail."

"What, then, are your terms?" asked Haynes, sullenly.

"You must write out a confession of your guilt, which I shall put among

my private papers, and not make public unless necessary, and in addition

you must make over to me property to the amount of ten thousand dollars.

It will not make up my losses, but I will accept it as restitution in

full."

Against this James Haynes most strongly protested, alleging that the sum

demanded was far beyond the amount of his purloinings; but finally he

yielded, being privately resolved to make his brother-in-law pay

one-half of the forfeiture.

"You will leave my service at the end of the week, Mr. Haynes," said his

employer, "and during next week you must attend to the transfer."

"How did he find out?" said Haynes to himself, as with grave face he

went about the duties of the place he was so soon to leave. "If I could

find out, I would have my revenge."

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