"Indeed I am," replied Craig, "especially as there seems to be a
doubt about the guilty person on the inside."
"There is doubt enough, all right," rejoined Williams, "at least I
think so, though our detectives in Chicago who have gone over the
thing pretty thoroughly have been sure of fixing something on Bolton
Brown, the cashier. You see the blank stock certificates were kept
in the company's vault in the bank to which, of course, Brown had
access. But then, as Carroll argues, Dawson had access to them,
too, which is very true - more so for Dawson than for Brown, who
was in the bank and not in the company. I'm all at sea. Perhaps
if you're interested you'd better see Carroll. He's here in the
city and I'm sure I could get you a good fee out of the case if
you cared to take it up. Shall I see if I can get him on the wire?"
We had finished luncheon and, as Craig nodded, Williams dived into
a telephone booth outside the dining-room and in a few moments
emerged, perspiring from the closeness. He announced that Carroll
requested that we call on him at an office in Wall Street, a few
blocks away, where he made his headquarters when he was in New York.
The whole thing was done with such despatch that I could not help
feeling that Carroll had been waiting to hear from his friend in
the insurance company.
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