MY UNCLE'S CASHIER.

Otago Daily Times, Issue 312, 19 December 1862, Page 5

MY UNCLE'S CASHIER.

(By A. Stewart Harrison, in Once-a-Week.) " My dear Charles, it is a question for you, not for me—you must decide yourself; I can only state the conditions upon which that decision must be founded. If you go to college, you must go with a very small allowance indeed, and you must work hard for a fellowship of some kind, for I can leave you nothing, as you know that beyond a provision for your mother and the unmarried girls, I shall leave nothing behind me when I go. If you do go to college, you will enter a circle, the entering of which will multiply tenfold your chances of success in after life; it will give you a position in society of which nothing but bad conduct on your part can deprive you, and will put you in the fair road to become what I should like to see you—a scholar and a gentleman. If, on the other hand, you accept your uncle's offer, you will have a far larger allowance, as salary, than I can give you under any circumstances, the chance of succeeding him in a very good business, and soon becoming a man of some importance in the commercial world. I need say no mors, you must choose for yourself; I shall want your answer to-morrow, in time to post; go and think it over. Don't say anything to your sisters, or they'll persuade you to go to Paris, for the chance of visiting you there." Such was my father's address to me at the age of , seventeen. It was a difficult question to decide — Oxford or Paris! Still I did decide, and next day announced that decision. " I should prefer going to college, father, at all events." " Glad to hear it, my boy, though the other course would have been the cheaper for me; still 1 am glad to hear it. I can't do much for you, bnt in sending you to college I can do more than I can in any other way. If there's anything in you, it will come out there! if not, you will not be spoilt for other things afterwards, so God speed you, my boy." To college, therefore, I went, with only one more word of advice from my father. As 1 left the gate in. the hired chaise foe the. station,, he said;

thmJ ,L 11 y°n-.\ ny I)nyj " you mean to be auvthmg, don't hear na lni-ht strike too of^n." -Uiv-e years pa^ed, ami" I v.-ns •• op ''is SL^r "ff ,<? ""'■*<* frieadsrliud-in £f£ W? • ?f C V' ;ul lu)pes of Siting something worth «• Mil m t.ie snapo of my degree with honors, and a SSfft ?y boiie* wew vain, l^ I returned to college at th« end of my third long voeaSlnP J ? n« VQCe\ Vi ? letter atino^cing my father's nines*, and reached home too late to see him a^ain suive. My college dreams were over—l had "not hay m world-I m«st work for all I was to . % uncle now wrote to repeat his former otter I joy.ul.y accepted it, and a mouth after my father's death I was in Paris. My uncle's house was in one of the small streets lying between the Hue Yivienne and the Rue Montmarne, just north of the Bourse. It was as raav De supposed from its situation, an old rambling place, wit.i the banking offices on ons side of the courtyard, uncl tue residence on the other. The offices the scene of my new duties, consisted of a suite of three rooms, communicating by swing doors; in the farthest sat my uncle, the next was the chief cashier's or i clerks, and the third the office proper. A counter stretched along the whole length of the room, and on top of the counter ran a high, strong, wire-guard, with, two or three small circular openings, through winch the money was passed and papers were taken. Behind this guard I was to sit as third cashier or clerk. My uncle's business was that of a banker, bill discounter, and money-lender; and to judge by the rate at which he lived, he must for some years have employed a very large amount of capita!, or have lent his money, at a little more than five per cent interest. My uncle having shown me the offices, took me over to the house. "My daughter, Mr' Wardes—Victorine, my dear, Mr Wardes—a nephew of mine." I looked at my cousin once and again—she was worth looking at—a most singular mixture of races was visible in her face. She had a high, broad, thoughtful, German forehead- a man's rather than a girl's— a delicate chin and mouth, with the same teeth so characteristic of the more highly organised French nature, and a nose and eyes uninistakeably English in the clenr bright outline of the one, and the open, fearless gaze of the others. She was a curiosity —a new thicg—and I determined to study Victorine, my cousin. % " You must dine with us, at six o'clock. Where did you sleep list nUrht]'' " At the B-durd." " You'd better bring your trunks here ; your room is ready." " Ktally, I had no idea tint I was to live bore." "Where else, boy? . Where eUe] Paris if not a cheap place lor young men; you'll live here cheaper than anywhere else; more comfortably, perhaps, if you and Victorine don't quarrel." This was more than 1 had hoped for. to find myself domiciled in my uncle's house. I thought he had done much in renewing his offer after my previous refusal, but this overcame me. " I'm really very grateful to you for all your kindness." " All right, my lad. all right. See and get your things here, or you'll be late for dinner." At dinner I was introduced to the chief clerk, or rather the manager of my uncle's business. Once or twice I noticed his eyes fix themselves on me in a way that crave me the idea of his measuring me. I felt annoyed at this ; and I showed it a little, perhaps, in the tone of my voice as I answered his inquiries as to the practices of English commerce. " Oh !" said my une'e, lC he knows nothing about the matter, Monsier Vernay Ask him to recite to you a chorus from the ' Antigone,'and he'll repeat J half the book; but of commerce —of banking—he i knows nothing." *' We shall he able to teach him our system in a few years, if he shall stay so long with us." " He'll stay longer than I shall, 1 dare say, M. ! Vernay," " Let me hope not, M. Wardes, you are a young man yet; quite a young man.'' "That may be, but I don't mean to spend all my life in your dear Paris, M. Vernay. 0 no." " Whatever comes, we shall do our best with the young gentleman to make him useful." | I felt angry and vexed at this conversation : though the hints thrown out by my uncle were plain enough, i I did not like this contemptuous treatment from his manager. Moreover, I noticed that M. Vernay paid mostassiduous and graceful attentions to Victorine, who accepted them as a matter of course, and this made me still more inclined to dislike him. My work was easy enough- too easy. I copied letters, paid away money, and did the work that belonged to my department as junior clerk. M. Vernay was careful to give me nothing to do that was not simplicity itself, and I was bored for want of something that might occupy my mind as well as my fingers. In the evenings I seldom went out, and was very content to spend my time with Victorine, who, on her par), seemed to think the ' evenings were pleasant enough \o seem short; so while papa dozed in his chair, Victorine aud I talked and sang to our heart's content. M. Vernay came about once a week to dinner, and contrived then, and indeed at all times, to give nay uncle the idea that I was in need of much teaching as regarded business matters. " How many years do you think, Charles" (we were cousins, reader), "it will take you to learn to conduct papa's business 1" " How many months you mean, Victorine. These practical men, your father and M. Vernay, are greatly mistaken in tlwir estimate of me ; they fancy that because I nevei looked into a day-book, or journal, or ledger before I came here, I shall be years learning their use; it's a mistake of theirs. I have ever since I was old enough to think. - done little else but think, and discipline of this kind enables me to learn in a month wh.it their undisciplined minds would require twelve for. As for M. Vernay, and his ' Systemc,' as he calls it, it is a good one, aud a workable one ; but there are fifty methods of applying the same principles. He boasts that by his system fraud is rendered impossible, because discovery is certain ; he's wrong, and greatly wrong, aud if I had access to his books, I believe I could prove to demonstration that it is so." Victorine somewhat incautiously detended me the next time I was attacked, and repeated my remark that if I had access to his books I could prove fraud to be possible. Mr Vernay started, turned pale, and turned on me a glance that ma'ie me sure of two things; first, that this chance bolt had hit the mark —that there was fraud ; and next, that if M. Vernay could put me out of his way he would not be very particular as to the means of doini: it. This one idea of fraud kept forcing itself before me constantly ; M. Vernay's jealous enre of particular books an'l keys, his constant endeavours to make my uncle take "one glass more than" was Rood for him,and the strange, suspicious-looking people who came to him first, and then drew out money from the bank : all compelled me to think of it. I was more than confirmed in my suspicions by an incident which occurred some few months after this idea first entered my mind. I had lost myself in one of the Faubourgs rather late one evening, and entered a small, meanlooking restaurant to ask my way. There were a number o men in the room, and as I glanced in a looking-glass I saw a face there was no mistaking—that of M. Vernay, He was sitting afc one of the little round marble-topped tables, with two companions, with his face to the wall, and his side-face reflected in the glass. I saw him clearly, but from his position he I could not see me. Instead of asking my way, 1 took a seat near the paity, and look up the paper. They spoke in French, and rapidly, in an under tone. " I tell you," said Vernay, "it will not do ; you always have to ask me before you draw, and unless you can do it in my way it cannot be done." " Repeat," said one, " repeat; what is your way V " This,'' said Vernay. " I will give you a cheque now tor 50,000 francs, with the Marquis de 's signature. Lizette will bring it ; she must come in her carriage and cash it to-morrow— and —" " That's it exactly"—and—" what are we to do V "Give me notes for 45.000 francs to-night.'' " 45,000—that is only 5,000 francs, and a carriage and horses and Lizette's dress—it is too little; besides, we have not got the money; I like the old way best; I will come as usual." " You cannot do that without risk of discovery. Thy prying English nephew is suspicious—he has the eyes of an eagle—an owl I ougrht to say, for he sees in the dark." " Can't you quiet him ? There is water under all the bridges of the Seine, still." *' He's too happy for that: happy men don't drown themselves." v Does he go out at night ? An appointment with a pretty girl might tempt him." " Not at all—he's in love with Victorine." "That is serious, Vernay -she was to be yours." "That may be, yet. Now, will you have it, or shall I go to Hamburger, and make him the offer?" The two consulted for a moment, and one of them left the room. In a few minutes he returned (I was deeply absorbed in the paper which completely hid my face); he said to his companions: - " I have it." lt You are agreed, then ] " " Yes. Where is the cheque? " j Vernay drew from his pocket bock a blank cheque, filled it up for 50,000 francs, and dated "it. " Now the notes. All good 1 " i "All good! To be sure." Vernay looked carefully at the notes, and then, signing the cheque, handed it over to his companions. "What time?" "Oh, at two; and tell her not to talk too much." He rose and left the rooms with his companions. I hardly knew when I saw the table vacant whether I had dreamt it or not. I looked at the able, and there waa nothing, that would, help ac

to redis.l the truth; but under the ta'ile'lay a P'ece o£ paper. I pounce-! upon it, and found that it was a, piece of' dotting paper similar to t'»£t I had used in th". office, and on. it -was the thickened isnprossiou of the signature of the cheque. * reached home in a state oi'anxiety that may e.i-ily be i'»a^iin?d, and found my uncle rather worse than usual. _He was always a little " comfortable," as kind wives say, towards evening; to-niaht he was asleep in Ms arm chair, and snoring violently. Vicoorme came down, hearing I had come in. "Charles, what is the matter with you—you look so ill and pale. What has happened? Do, pray, tell me ; so cold. too. Gome up stairs, there's a fire m the drawing-room." She made me go with her—made me take some brandy, and then again asked me what was the matter. I told her. We had reached that delicious stage of affection, when though nothing has ueen said, it is felt by both, that there is but one interest between them. She was almost incredulous at my narration of the accident, as I was myself, of having witnessed the scene. I showed her tlie blotting paper, an<l it convinced her. " It's no use tolling my father to night, he has such oonfiaence in M. Vernay that he will not believe it; you must tell him iv the morning. I told him iv the morning what I had heard and seen. "My dear nephew, you must have been very drunk or else—no, that is not possible; your father's child could not get drunk. 1 do, myself, sometimes ; hut ne could nut deliberately lie. No, ray dear Charles, M.Vernay is an old and tried servant of mine, and I will not believe you. I will not insult him by it. lou were drunk, sir, very drunk; Don't let me hear of it again." I went to my desk an hour afterwaads. M. Vernay came in with my uncle. "Charles, did you balance your ca-h last night 1" ■" Yes, sir. I always do." " It was right ]" " Quite right." " There's a mistake somewhere," said M. Vernay. " There is mksiusr a sum of 1,000 francs." "It can;t be in tuy accounts, uncle; for here is the book, and here is the balance to correspond " " True." " Let me cast it.'' said Vernay. He did,—s2o. 346. " Try that, M. Wardes. Ido not make it correct; I make it more." I cast it again, and it was more by just 1,000 francs. I cast it again—s2l, it was. My uncle cast it- -521, it was. "How is this, Charles'? you said you made the balance right. Did you look at your cash last night ?" '•Idid. I can assert that the balance last night in the book and the cash-box was the same. I can prove it. I posted it, according to M. Vernay's system, in the daily balance-book.'" " It is 520 here, M. Wardes." He handed the bock to my uncle. The door opened. " Well, Francois, what is it V " Only that I shall »ive this to Monsieur Wardes. I have found it in his chamber." He held out a paper to me ; it was a note for 1.000 francs. " Charles, my boy, you should let me know when you want money. M. Vernay, see those books are corrected." And my uncle walked away. How the day went Ido not know. I noticed, however, that M. Vei'iiay once or twice went down to the strongroom, and brought up some books, and that no woman came for money. About five o'clock M. Vernay came to me. after the other clerk and my uncle had gone, and said : " M. Wardes, we have been looking at the accounts of Madame la Marquise ; will you help me to carry down these books ] the porter has gone; I am rather late.'' I took the books, and followed him down into the basement. He unlocked the outer gate of the outer safe, where tho general hooks were kept, and passed through to the inner safe in which were kept the deeds and valuable securities on which my uncle lent money; this was separated from the outer safe by an iron gate in the day time, ana at night by a solid fireproof door. He put his books on the shelf, and requested me to put mine on the same shelf in the proper order. The numbers on the backs were almost illegible, and I was some time, even iv the strong gas-light, trying to read them. " Can I help you. M. Wardes?" " Wo thank you, I've just done." I put up the last book, and turned to f^o. The heavy door swung rapidly on its hinges—l heard the spring catch, aud the key turn, and I was iv black darkness. "M, Vernay ! M. Vernay ! The door is shut." "I know it," said his voice, muiHed by its thickness ; " you have access to all my books now." I heard the heavy clash of the door of the outer safe, and then silence, as deep as death, was around me. I did not swoon or faint. I felt I was the victim of a most horrible trick ; it was nothing more - ' I should be released in the morning, and I would make him repent it. I heard, presently, a hissing sound—it continued ; preseutly 1 smelt gas. I should never see the morning. I should be stifled with the gas—the plan was clear before me now. An accident —no one knew I helped him with the boons—he did not know I was in the safe, and he shut the door. It was purely one of those accidents that will happen. Still the gas hi'sed like a serpent before its fatal spring. I must stop that. I felt round the walls for the burner, and soon found it. There was no tap ! I remembered now, the tap was in the outer safe, and the gas was lighted in the inner one by a long stick between the bars of the gate. My h'ncers stopped it in a moment, but I conld not keep my finger there always. I tried, and the arm became so tired of the contracted position above my head, that I could not keep ray finger over it to save my life. I thought of some other plan. To light it—alas ! I did not smoke, I had no means to do it ; and if I had it would only have consumed the air, every inch of which was precious as life itself. At last I thought of something that would do ; I tore some corners off the leaves of a book, chewed them into a pulp, and put it over the holes in the tube, pressing* it in hard—the hissing1 ceased. I climbed the shelves, and smelt round the burner—l had one foe the lees. I then began to think seriously as to the chances of the air lasting me till released in the morning. In the morning'! this was—oh Gol ! Saturday ! Saturday ! Sunday, Monday—two nights and a whole day ! There was no hope! I might have lived till the morning, but on Sumfay there was no business done, and my absence would be easily accounted for by that horrible mistake in my books. Two nights and a day—how many hours ? To Sunday night at five, twenty-four. To Monday morning at ten, seventeen. Forty-one long hours"! Forty-ne hours! There was not air enoutrh to last me ten! I felt round the door; it was all but air proof. If I could make them hear ! It was impossible ; the house was the other .side of a noisy courtyard—l must die ! And Victorine ! No, no, —ten thousand times no ! I must live —I will live. I bethought me of my old store of knowledge. How long could I live without fresh air ? How many hours had lin which to reach it '{ I paced the length and breadth of the room—l measured its height, and found that by breathing only twenty times a minute, i might live for thirteen hours ; that would be till six o'clock on Sunday morning; and after that I must have air—air was life. I must bore through the walls, the lock was impregnable. The walls of brick would yield to tools. Tools! mockery! I had but a penknife— a toy—and I had thirteen hours to get through a | wall at least two feet thick. It was a work of year.*, not hours. Tools! A long pointed bar and .a hammer. I remembered to have seen a mason boring through a wall at my father's with such tools. My penknife was two inches long. The gas-burner ! I tried it; it was soft brass, my knife cut it rapidly. It might work through beside the pas-pipe, The man surely bored a larger hole than the pipe would fill. I felt the pipe where it went round the wall, and then pricked the wall with my knife ; the cement with which the hole had been filled round the pipe was harder than the wall itself. In tracing my way round the' room my hand j touched the eate. I was saved ! I never felt such a sensation as when my hand touched that gate. It was rapture ! bliss! I had despaired—l was now full of hope. I passed my hand carefully over the gate ; I felt one of the bars, they were oi round iron, about three quarters of an inch in thickness, and after running through the framework of the gate were pointed at an end- But to get them out of thatframework! I pulled one. It yielded a little, and then mocked at my efforts. I must have a liammer. I felt carefully round the walls again. The shelves were all let into the walls—there was nothing ! I felt again, and close to t&e gate the shelf had been cut away to allow the gate to roll back, aud the shelves were supported on brackets. If those brackets were wrought-iron I was helpless—cast-iron might save me yet. I felt i them carefully and compared them ; if they were ■wrought, they would be unlike in some points—if cast, alike in all. I knew now what the touch of the blind must be, so full of instruction to the mind. They were cast-iron, not a trace of difference could be found." One more sign aud I was certain ; if cast, they would be cast in a mould, and there would be a slight roughness in the casting where the halves of the mould had been joined. I felt again. There was tbe ! roughness—the same in both. And now to break hem off. A blow, a heavy blow, alone could do it. I remembered to have noticed, when putting away the | books a small chest of apparently solid iron on one of the shelves. I sought for it and found it; it was heavy, nearly the fourth of an hundredweight I thought. I poised it carefully, and felt I had strenkth enough to throw it with an aim. I cleared away the books from the slate shelf which rested on [ one of these brackets, and then measuring carefully j the distance, threw the chest on to it. It fell short, and crashed on the floor. Once more I tried, and this time successfully, The missile smashed the sbelf into pieces. I kicked and beat away the smaller fragments till, the bracket

stool out from the wail by iieeif. And now came the u-stofmysWil. if I throw once at the bracket in that black darkness I thvr-.v t.w.-Miy Whiles or more; at last, ouo. fort::natal\-Jirecied blow, and I liad the joy x»f hearing it ri:ig pv, the pavement of the room, T had now a hammer—awkward it is true; still a tool that would give a Wow with a certain force. I struck again at the bars of the gate, they yielded :is the other had done and then wtre fast I sank down exhausted with my useless efforts. Why did they not yield] I*could give no more fores to the blow- to throw the chest at them would be useless ; the s ize would spread the bloy over two or three of the bars, and the force would be lost. I must cut through one of the bars in the middle and thus wrench out the half I needed. How had I seen men cut through iron? With tiles —I could not hope for thwe. I remembered to' have heard of prisoners who cut through iron bars with a watch spring-by what horrible, fatality was my waich at that moment in the case on niy dressingtable. A watch-s/'rinLT—a ti;iu piece* of steel. Would iron do? it might, in almost less time than ie tikes to tell, I had broken up one of the sheetiron deed boxes, and by eat-jfully binding a piece of it backwards and forwards on the sharp edire of the cliesV, I had used a^ a missile, 1 obtaitK-d a strip about the length of my hand, nii'l two fi;;gc"s broad, and with this I commenced siwing one of the bars. Half an hour's hard work produced no impression on the bar, aud had turned up the edge of the soft sheetiron on both sides, If it had been a question of saws, I could have turned'ten deed boxes iato a hundred saws to cut through that one bar. Alas! it was no such tiling, ths saw would net cut: aud then sprung up before me the vision of a large yard, vith blocks of stone, and the motion to :uid fro of the suspended saw oi' the stone sawyer, and his little trickling water barrel and heap of sand. Once more I w<-nt, to work. I broke off a c *ncr of one of the stove shelves (the lower ones w;-re of stone the upper of slats), pounded it fine with my hammer, and then weiring the. edge of the saw with saliva, I strewed the' p.>tnided stone upon it. I felt the saw became steadier aud steadier, aud at last I could feel with n:y nail a little nick in th bar. I worked for nearly three hours at this one bar. changing my saw when it was worn hollow for another and another, till 1 had worn out six o them. I was nearly through— mother half hour, a:id I should Le guile through : yeb it midit break off now with a blow—ie might--and "it might have a ragged end to my chi.-H that would destroy half tne force of kv blows when 1 on me to boiv through the wall;"I v/o-.ild not strike, but kept on patiently, ami at last die- suw went through. I seised the o-nri, .v.tl in a iV.v minutes I held in my haud the instrument of my ridiveranoj. The air of the room had by this time become close and stilling, and it was only by s&oopina that I could breathe freely. I had still, as far I could judge, some five hours left —in those I must accomplish my deliverance or die. I now commenced sounding- with my hammer for the least solid part of the wall. In striking it on a part nearly opposite the shelves cut out lor the gate, 1 thought I hoard it sound hollow, I struck again and ;igain without success j it all seemed alike. Orjce more 1 determined to strike over the whole space I had previously struck ; this 1 did, and found the spot about the tize of a peiinv piece from which the sound came. I then caivfully left the wall iv the neighborhood, and found, a rough indented line trom this placa round the angle of the wall and on the wall in the name Hue wern three small holes in a circle. I dwided at. oru.v; that this was th« place of some burner fixed, and uiturwar.U removed ; the rough line was the m:\i-k Itfc by the pipe, and the hollow place must he the holf; lhrou.u-!i which the old pipe enteujd the room. 1 drovo tiiu chisel into the place and found it hard very hard, I nit still hollow. My life now hunar upon the choice of a ritrht place; if tiiis hole was filled up with tiio hard cement, and the difference of sound arose merely from difference in density, then I had hotter try the wall over for a brick softer than the rest: but if it was not full—if those who should have filled it lmd put but a, few inches of cement at each end of the hole ; then in another hour I was as safe as if I were free. 1 would risk it. That hollow .sound was so cheery, that 1 would believe that it must he a true guide. Blow after blow, aud the hole grew deep, and my progress less as my control over the point of the instrument lessened, when one sudden, sharp blow drove the chisel into the wall the length of my arm. The place was hollow. Ih id no.v hut to drive it through the crust of cement ou the outer wall, and I shou'd live. I drove it cautiously aud carefully, and at last heard the edioof the pieces fallimr ou the other side, aud drawing out the chisel, felt the air rush in. How can words convey the sensation I experienced as I d"ew in the God-givea breath of life. I could now defy Death ; there was a fountain at which I might drink and live. For hours I sat close to the hole and breathed, and then fell asleep. I. know not how long I slept, but I. awoke sore and tired, and with a horrible hunger and thirst on me. I could not have many more hours to stay, so I hoped on, and tightened my hell to ca^e thegnawing pain at my stomach, And now began the horrors of solitude ; while I had employment for the mind, I felt no pain of any kind ; now 1 was going mad with anxiety and fear. I must find some employment. And what '( in this utter darkness. JJut if darkness, why not light ? Yes, I would have light. For this I must enlarge the hole, aud went to work again with blistered hands, and iv two houra had enlarged it to twice its original diameter, and had consequently four times as much air flawing in. My next step was to grate from the edgns of a. book a paper powder for tinder, and spreading this on the ground in a heap, I struck with the point of my hammer the stone shelf above it. The sparks flew about at the contact, but it was at least an hour before one lodged in the heap and set it smouldering I watched anxiously as the little red ring- grew larger and brighter in the heap, and then applying a, piece of thin paper rolled to aline point to the centre of the ring, I gently blew the redness into flame—yes, flame ! Real flame, that blinded me by its brightness, that seemed to pierce my brain witu a sword, so long and deep had been the darkness. I took my paper stop from oil the gas and hsard tho serpent hiss once more—this t'nna without fear. I Jit ilie issuing gas, and then Hat looking at it as Bartimftus might have done in the joy of his new found sight. I had done—l had light and air ; but still I must have employment or I should rave. Employment. The thought carno to me of that unfortunate sentence that had caused me to run this ri.sk : —" If I had access to his books I would prove that fraud was possible." There they were—everyone ; not one missing. Could I prove it? Gould— I must -my good name depended on proving it. If he were true, I was false. I set to work, and with my pencil, which I happily had with me, I went through account after account from beginning to end, and well was I rewarded ; for I learnt that my uncle, supposed to be rich, had been systematically robbed for years by this scoundrel, and was now almost reined; and that his dauglfter's portion invested iv English securities had been fold out, and the interest paid by M. Vernay himself, so that father and daughter were at the mercy of this man. These facts 1 learned from a small locked book that was in a box marked with M. Vernay's name. So confident ha 1 the servant been of his mastjr's trust in him, that he had left in his master's safe the whole ' of the securities of his nefarious investm'ints,and there they were, with a systematic account of them in this locked book; so that while the master, who was suppo-ed to be worth his hundreds of thousands, was alm( st a bankrupt. His clerk was a man of immense wealth. When I broke the lock of thatbook, and read down its columns, I felt a joy and a pleasure that would have enabled me again to endure what I had suffered, if it would have led to the same result. I made notes of the whole affair, and took the securities into my possession, and then calmly waited long, long hours ; I could not tell how long, for I was waked up from a kind of stupor by the sound of door opening, and then I heard the voice I knew so wed—that of M. Vernay. " You need not stay; I can bring up all I need Give me a luci^er." He was speaking to the porter. I heard the muftied-ioundinp; footsteps; I heard the key t;urn in the lock ; and then, as the door opened. I stood face to face with my foe, and where he expected to find darkness and death he found light and life. He saw me—saw. in my batW, his hook that contained tha secrets of a lifetime, with the lock force]—saw hi. schemes defeated, and him'selr au outcast. It wna too much for hi* mind. He shrieked a cry of mingled horror and fear, and fell forward in the doorway as if he were dead. I went up-stairs to the office, said to the porter, *' M. Vernay is below in the strongroom; go down and see to him," and went over to the house. 1 suffered a long illness, during the whole of which Victorine was my nurse, and thanks to that, and a good constitution, I recovered, and got up such a clear case against AI. Vernay, that the whole of the property I had rescued was restored to my uncle. To M. Vernay this wag a matter of indifference, for. his mind never recovered the shock, and he spent the short remainder of his life in a criminal lunatic asylum. The mistake of the thousand francs was easily ex plained by the application of a magnifying glass to the figures. He had cleverly altered the one to a nougM, and bribed Francois to put the missing note into my room. Need I add that I am now in possession of my uncle's business,-and blessed by my Victorine's constant presence; and further, that my present strongroom can be opened from the inside with perfecfc ease?