"I come from the house where he is employed. He has inadvertently left in his room a parcel belonging to us, and Ishould be glad if you would allow me to go up to his room and take it.""You see, sir," said Mrs. McCarty in a tone of hesitation, "while you look like a perfect gentleman, I don't know you, and I am not sure whether, in justice to Mr. Ropes, I ought to admit you to his room.""You are quite right my good lady; I am sure. It is just what I should wish my own landlady to do. I will therefore ask you to go up to the room with me to see that all is right.""That seems all right, sir. In that case I don't object.
Follow me, if you please."
As they entered Rodney's room Mr. Redwood looked about him inquisitively. One article at once fixed his attention.
It was a parcel wrapped in brown paper lying on the bed.
"This is the parcel, I think," he said. "If you will allow me I will open it, to make sure."Mrs. McCarty looked undecided, but as she said nothing in opposition Mr. Redwood unfastened the strings and unrolled the bundle. His eyes lighted up with satisfaction as he disclosed the contents--a lady's cloak.
Mrs. McCarty looked surprised.
"Why, it's a lady's cloak," she said, "and a very handsome one.
What would Mr. Ropes want of such a thing as that?""Perhaps he intended to make you a present of it.""No, he can't afford to make such present.""The explanation is ******. It belongs to the store.
Perhaps Mr. Ropes left it here inadvertently.""But he hasn't been here since morning.""He has a pass key to the front door?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then he may have been here. Would you object to my taking it?""Yes, sir, you see I don't know you.""Your objection is a proper one. Then I will trouble you to take a look at the cloak, so that you would know it again.""Certainly, sir. I shall remember it!""That is all, Mrs. ----?"
"McCarty, sir."
"Mrs. McCarty, I won't take up any more of your time," and Mr.
Redwood started to go down stairs.
"Who shall I tell Mr. Ropes called to see him.""You needn't say. I will mention the matter to him myself.
I am employed in the same store."
"All right sir. Where is the store? I never thought to ask Mr. Ropes.""Reade Street, near Broadway. You know where Reade Street is?""Yes, sir. My husband used to work in Chambers Street. That is the first street south.""Precisely. Well, I can't stay longer, so I will leave, apologizing for having taken up so much of your time.""Oh, it's of no consequence, sir.""He is a perfect gentleman," she said to herself, as Mr. Redwood closed the front door, and went out on the street. "I wonder whether he's a widower."Being a widow this was quite a natural thought for Mrs. McCarty to indulge in, particularly as Mr. Redwood looked to be a substantial man with a snug income.
Mr. Redwood went back to the store, and went at once to the office.
"Well, Redwood," said Mr. Goodnow, "did you learn anything?""Yes, sir.""Go on."
"I went to the lodging of young Ropes, and was admitted to his room.""Well?""And there, wrapped in a brown paper, I found one of our missing cloaks lying on his bed.""Is it possible?""I am afraid he is not what we supposed him to be, Mr. Goodnow.""It looks like it. I am surprised and sorry. Do you think he took the other articles that are missing?""Of course I can't say, sir, but it is fair to presume that he did.""I am exceedingly sorry. I don't mind saying, Redwood, that Itook an especial interest in that boy. I have already told you the circumstances of my meeting him, and the fancy taken to him by my friend Mulgrave.""Yes, sir, I have heard you say that.""I don't think I am easily taken in, and that boy impressed me as thoroughly honest. But of course I don't pretend to be infallible and it appears that I have been mistaken in him."The merchant looked troubled, for he had come to feel a sincere regard for Rodney. He confessed to himself that he would rather have found any of the other clerks dishonest.
"You may send Ropes to me," he said, "Mr. Redwood, and you will please come with him. We will investigate this matter at once.""Very well, sir."
