“Vell!” said Mr. Swartz.  “I suppose you ish satisfied dat te monish ain’t here.”

“Its disappearance is very singular,” replied the clerk.  “If, as you say, the package was laid on the safe and never removed by you, somebody must have taken it away.”

“Of course, somepody tock it,” remarked Mr. Swartz.  “How te tevil could it go mitout it vash taken away py somepody?”

“Do you suspect any one of having stolen it,” asked the clerk, turning as white as the shirt he wore.

“Did you ever come near de safe to-day,” asked Mr. Swartz, abruptly.

“Me, sir?” said the now thoroughly frightened clerk.  “No, I—­No sir—­I—­never came further than the door each time you called to me.”

“I can’t say dat Mr. Elder vould take it,” observed Mr. Swartz, “and all I remember now dat you didn’t come anyvere near de safe, I can’t tink who could have taken the monish.”

Assured by his manner that Mr. Swartz had dismissed all idea of charging him with the theft, the clerk’s confidence returned, and he ceased stuttering and trembling.

“Do you think the woman who was here could have taken it?” he enquired, and then added:  “The last time I entered this room while she was here, I remember seeing her standing near the safe, with her elbow on the top.”

“By Cot!” exclaimed Mr. Swartz, striking the table with his hand.  “She must be de very person.  She vanted me to give her monish, and she must have seen de package lying on the safe and taken it avay.”

“It is no use wasting any time then,” said the clerk, “you must endeavor to find out where she stays, and have her arrested this evening.”

“Vere can I find her house?” asked Mr. Swartz.

“You will have to track her,” answered the clerk.  “The first place you had better go to is Elkin’s drug store, for I saw the woman enter there after leaving here.”

Mr. Swartz made no reply, but taking up his hat he walked out of his office, and proceeded to the drug store.  The druggist, who had noticed the wild and haggard appearance of Mrs. Wentworth, informed him, in reply to his enquiries, that such a person as the one he described had purchased several descriptions of medicines from him, and on leaving his store, she had walked up the street.  This being the only information that the druggist could give, Mr. Swartz left the store, and after many enquiries discovered where Mrs. Wentworth resided.  He immediately returned to his store, and mentioned his discovery to the clerk.

“You had better go at once and take out a warrant against her for robbery;” remarked the clerk, “and take a couple of policemen with you to arrest her.”

Starting to the City Hall, Mr. Swartz took out a warrant against Mrs. Wentworth for larceny, and procuring the assistance of two policemen, he started for the old negro’s cabin, determined to prosecute the thief to the utmost extent of his power and the law.  Having informed our readers of his conduct on discovering that his money had been stolen, we will continue from where we left off at the close of the last chapter.