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"What a nice young man!" murmured Laura, as the outer door closed.
"He is little more than a boy, pet," said her father. "That mustache he wears is a false one."
"Why, papa?"
"He is playing a part. He is a very smart young man."
"I am glad to hear it. Where did you meet him?"
"It was he who saved my life the night I told you of."
"Indeed! That was grand of him. But, papa," Laura's voice grew serious, "these missing bonds--are they going--going to ruin you?"
Horace Sumner turned away.
"If they are not recovered, yes," he answered, in a low tone.
"My poor papa!"
"They are worth seventy-nine thousand dollars, and that, coupled with some bad investments made through Allen, will send me to the wall."
"Can nothing be done to get the bonds back?"
"I am doing everything I can. Besides Carson, there are two regular detectives from the department on the case, and a private man from the agency."
"Then all together ought to bring in a good result."
"We will hope for the best, Laura," said the old broker, bravely.
"If you do not recover the bonds, cannot you get outside help to tide over the crisis?"
"I could have done so years ago. But I find that I made a big mistake in going into partners.h.i.+p with Caleb Allen. While many are willing to help me individually, they do not trust Allen, and therefore will not now a.s.sist me."
"Is Mr. Allen, then, such a bad man?"
"I don't know how bad he is. He is in with Hardwick, so Carson says, and Hardwick is a villain."
At the mention of the ex-book-keeper's name, Laura drew herself up.
"I never liked him, papa, and I am glad to find that you have discovered his true character."
Horace Sumner looked in surprise at his daughter.
"Why, pet, I do not understand you."
"Then let me tell you something. For the past two months Mr. Hardwick has been paying his addresses to me, and--"
"Laura!"
"Yes, it's so. I did not mention it to you, because I did not wish to humiliate him. I told him there was no hope for him, and asked him to drop the matter."
"And has the villain done so?"
"Partly, but he frequently follows me about when he gets the chance, and I do not like it."
"If he does so in the future I'll cowhide him," cried Horace Sumner.
"But I have discovered his true character, and sent him off, and in the future I imagine he will not dare approach you."
"If he does not, I will be thankful, papa."
Horace Sumner pa.s.sed his hand over his brow, and heaved a deep sigh.
"Everything seems to go wrong of late years," he said. "The disappearance of little Howard has undermined my whole prosperity."
"And you have given up looking for him?" questioned Laura.
"Yes. What is the use? I have had detectives on the case for years, and it has cost me thousands of dollars."
"And they have learned nothing?"
"Nothing further than that a man took the child to Philadelphia."
"They could not trace him in that city?"
"No. The half-decomposed body of a man was found, a month later, in the Schuylkill River, and the detectives thought it must be his remains."
"But there was no child with him?"
"No, nor had the police seen anything of the little one."
"Howard must be dead," said Laura, softly, and her blue eyes filled with tears.
"I am afraid so," returned the father; and then the subject changed.
Meanwhile Hal had left the outer office and hurried up Na.s.sau Street in the direction of Park Row. On a previous visit to this vicinity he had noticed a first-cla.s.s costumer's establishment, where everything in the shape of a disguise could be bought.
At the door he hesitated for a moment, and then entered with a brisk step.
A fat, pleasant-looking man came to wait on him.
"I wish to obtain a perfect disguise," Hal explained. "Something for my face, besides some clothing."
"Yes, sir. What sort of a character?"
"A young business man."
"Please step this way."
Hal stepped to the rear of the establishment. Here fully half an hour was spent in selecting this thing and that, and trying the effect before the mirror.