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The moment he realised that the safe was locked for a surety, the
sweat burst out upon his brow and he trembled violently. He
looked about him and decided instantly. There was no delaying
"Supposing I do lay it on the top," he said, "and go away, theyíll
know who took it. Iím the last to close up. Besides, other things
At once he became the man of action.
"I must get out of this," he thought.
He hurried into his little room, took down his light overcoat and
hat, locked his desk, and grabbed the satchel. Then he turned out
all but one light and opened the door. He tried to put on his old
assured air, but it was almost gone. He was repenting rapidly.
"I wish I hadnít done that," he said. "That was a mistake."
He walked steadily down the street, greeting a night watchman
whom he knew who was trying doors. He must get out of the city,
and that quickly.
"I wonder how the trains run?" he thought.
Instantly he pulled out his watch and looked. It was nearly half-
At the first drug store he stopped, seeing a long-distance
telephone booth inside. It was a famous drug store, and contained
one of the first private telephone booths ever erected.
"I want to use your Ďphone a minute," he said to the night clerk.
The latter nodded.
"Give me 1643," he called to Central, after looking up the
Michigan Central depot number. Soon he got the ticket agent.
"How do the trains leave here for Detroit?" he asked.
The man explained the hours.
"No more to-night?"
"Nothing with a sleeper. Yes, there is, too," he added. "There is a
mail train out of here at three oíclock."
"All right," said Hurstwood. "What time does that get to Detroit?"
He was thinking if he could only get there and cross the river into
Canada, he could take his time about getting to Montreal. He was
relieved to learn that it would reach there by noon.
"Mayhew wonít open the safe till nine," he thought. "They canít
get on my track before noon."
Then he thought of Carrie. With what speed must he get her, if he
got her at all. She would have to come along. He jumped into the
nearest cab standing by.
"To Ogden Place," he said sharply. "Iíll give you a dollar more if
you make good time."
The cabby beat his horse into a sort of imitation gallop, which was
fairly fast, however. On the way Hurstwood thought what to do.
Reaching the number, he hurried up the steps and did not spare
the bell in waking the servant.
"Is Mrs. Drouet in?" he asked.
"Yes," said the astonished girl.
"Tell her to dress and come to the door at once. Her husband is in
the hospital, injured, and wants to see her."
The servant girl hurried upstairs, convinced by the manís strained
and emphatic manner.
"What!" said Carrie, lighting the gas and searching for her clothes.
"Mr. Drouet is hurt and in the hospital. He wants to see you. The
Carrie dressed very rapidly, and soon appeared below, forgetting
everything save the necessities.
"Drouet is hurt," said Hurstwood quickly. "He wants to see you.
Carrie was so bewildered that she swallowed the whole story.
"Get in," said Hurstwood, helping her and jumping after.
The cabby began to turn the horse around.
"Michigan Central depot," he said, standing up and speaking so
low that Car-could not hear, "as fast as you can go." rie