Then began one of those pointless social conversations so common in American resorts where the would-be gilded attempt to rub off gilt from those who have it in abundance.  If Hurstwood had one leaning, it was toward notabilities.  He considered that, if anywhere, he belonged among them.  He was too proud to toady, too keen not to strictly observe the plane he occupied when there were those present who did not appreciate him, but, in situations like the present, where he could shine as a gentleman and be received without equivocation as a friend and equal among men of known ability, he was most delighted.  It was on such occasions, if ever, that he would “take something.”  When the social flavor was strong enough he would even unbend to the extent of drinking glass for glass with his associates, punctiliously observing his turn to pay as if he were an outsider like the others.  If he ever approached intoxication—­or rather that ruddy warmth and comfortableness which precedes the more slovenly state—­it was when individuals such as these were gathered about him, when he was one of a circle of chatting celebrities.  To-night, disturbed as was his state, he was rather relieved to find company, and now that notabilities were gathered, he laid aside his troubles for the nonce, and joined in right heartily.

It was not long before the imbibing began to tell.  Stories began to crop up—­those ever-enduring, droll stories which form the major portion of the conversation among American men under such circumstances.

Twelve o’clock arrived, the hour for closing, and with it the company took leave.  Hurstwood shook hands with them most cordially.  He was very roseate physically.  He had arrived at that state where his mind, though clear, was, nevertheless, warm in its fancies.  He felt as if his troubles were not very serious.  Going into his office, he began to turn over certain accounts, awaiting the departure of the bartenders and the cashier, who soon left.

It was the manager’s duty, as well as his custom, after all were gone to see that everything was safely closed up for the night.  As a rule, no money except the cash taken in after banking hours was kept about the place, and that was locked in the safe by the cashier, who, with the owners, was joint keeper of the secret combination, but, nevertheless, Hurstwood nightly took the precaution to try the cash drawers and the safe in order to see that they were tightly closed.  Then he would lock his own little office and set the proper light burning near the safe, after which he would take his departure.

Never in his experience had he found anything out of order, but to-night, after shutting down his desk, he came out and tried the safe.  His way was to give a sharp pull.  This time the door responded.  He was slightly surprised at that, and looking in found the money cases as left for the day, apparently unprotected.  His first thought was, of course, to inspect the drawers and shut the door.