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Walter Sherwood's Probation

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2018
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His next caller was a young man, dark and sallow, with a slight mustache.

“Is this the office of Locke & Green?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Will you describe Mr. Locke to me?” asked the young man, who appeared to be laboring under some excitement.

Walter was rather surprised at such a request, but complied with it.

“Yes, he’s the man,” said his visitor, slapping his hands together impetuously. “He’s the man that cheated me out of fifty dollars!”

“You must be mistaken,” said Walter. “How did he cheat you out of it?”

“One moment—are you his confidential clerk?”

“Yes.”

“I thought so,” returned the young man, laughing wildly. “So was I.”

“You were his clerk?”

“Yes, for two weeks. I paid him fifty dollars good money as security.”

“You did?” repeated Walter, with some anxiety.

“Yes; at the end of two weeks he told me I would not suit.”

“But he paid you your wages and returned you your money?”

“No, he didn’t!” exploded the young man. “He told me to come round on Monday morning and he would pay me.”

“Well?”

“I called Monday, and he was gone! He had moved, the scoundrel! I should like to choke him!”

“Was it this office?”

“No. Let me see that book! Ah, it is the same that I kept. Have you, too, given him money?”

“I deposited thirty dollars.”

“Ah, it is the same old game! You will never see a cent of it again.”

“But,” said Walter, “I don’t understand. He is doing a good business. I have had calls from two of his agents. One of them handed me this check,” and he drew out the check Mr. Damon had given him.

The young man took it and laughed bitterly.

“I don’t believe there is any such bank,” he said. “I never heard of it.”

“Then why should the agent hand me the check?”

“To pull wool over your eyes. These agents are in league with this man Locke. That wasn’t his name when he engaged me.”

“What was it then?”

“He called himself Libby. Libby & Richmond, that was the name of the firm.”

“What made you think he might have changed his name?”

“Because the advertisement reads the same.”

“And you really think it is the same man?”

“Yes, I feel sure of it.”

“He will be back at one o’clock. If you will wait till then you can see for yourself.”

“I’ll wait!” said the young man, grinding his teeth. “I will confront the swindler face to face. I will demand my money.”

The door opened and some one put in his head, but before Walter or his visitor could see who it was it closed again.

Fifteen minutes later a telegraph boy entered the office.

CHAPTER XVIII

WALTER IS TURNED ADRIFT

“Mr. Sherwood?” said the telegraph messenger inquiringly.

“That is my name,” answered Walter.

“A message for you.”

Walter opened the note, and read as follows:

“I am called out of the city. You may close up at four, and leave the key with the janitor. Report for duty to-morrow morning. LOCKE.”

“What is it?” asked the young man eagerly.

Walter showed him the note.

“It looks to me like some trick,” said the stranger.

“But I don’t see any object in it.”

“He has your thirty dollars.”

“And I have a check for over two hundred.”
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