served Pratt, gathering up letters and papers. "I'll draw his attention to it when he arrives."
He went into the outer office, only to be summoned back to Eldrick a few minutes later. The senior partner was standing by his desk, looking a little concerned, and, thought Pratt, decidedly uncomfortable. He motioned the clerk to close the door.
"Has Parrawhite come?" he asked.
"No," replied Pratt. "Not yet, Mr. Eldrick."
"Is—is he usually late?" inquired Eldrick.
"Usually quite punctual—half-past nine," said Pratt.
Eldrick glanced at his watch; then at his clerk.
"Didn't you give me some cash last night?" he asked.
"Forty-three pounds nine," answered Pratt. "Thompson's bill of costs—he paid it yesterday afternoon."
Eldrick looked more uncomfortable than ever.
"Well—the fact is," he said, "I—I meant to hand it to you to put in the safe, Pratt, but I didn't come back from the club. And—it's gone!"
Pratt simulated concern—but not astonishment. And Eldrick pulled open the drawer, and waved a hand over it.
"I put it down there," he said. "Very careless of me, no doubt—but nothing of this sort has ever happened before, and—however, there's the unpleasant fact, Pratt. The money's gone!"
Pratt, who had hastily turned over the papers and other contents of the drawer, shook his head and used his privilege as an old and confidential servant. "I've always said, sir, that it was a great mistake to leave loose
