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know. But you never can tell. He may have gone off the track. No fool like an old fool. A good sixty, if a day. Well, if he ran away to get married his things are here waiting for him, an old trunk and his furniture."
"I may have to come around for a peek into that trunk."
"If you come with the right papers."
"Thanks for your trouble."
"That's all right," replied the janitor as he followed Armitage to the door. "Those old boys—they run along forty years like clockwork, and then, pop! goes the weasel. But I never saw any dame asking for him."
Armitage went down the steps to the sidewalk. He was perfectly calm. Perhaps this was due to the fact that the suspense was over. Bordman, for thirty years a trusted agent, had absconded. The next step was to ascertain the extent of the damage. Out of a fortune of more than half a million dollars he might possess at this particular moment what he had in two letters of credit and the deposit in the Credito Italiano in Milan—thirty-seven thousand in all.
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