Capper. It is a coin rare in circulation in the interior. The
night after the robbery, the dealer of a monte-table in Sacramento
paid out five thousand dollars in doubloons. He declared it was
taken in at the table, and could not identify the players. Of
course, OF COURSE! So far, you see, you are helpless. We have
only established one fact, that the robber is--is--(significantly)
a gambler.

Old Morton (quietly). The regular trade of the thief seems to me
to be of little importance if you cannot identify him, or recover
my money. But go on, sir, go on: or is this all?

Capper (aside). The old fool is blind. That is natural. (Aloud.)
It is not all. The crime will doubtless be repeated. The man who
has access to your vaults, who has taken only thirty thousand
dollars when he could have secured half a million,--this man, who
has already gambled that thirty thousand away,--will not stop
there. He will in a day or two, perhaps to-day, try to retrieve
his losses out of YOUR capital. I am here to prevent it.

Old Morton (becoming interested). How?

Capper. Give me, for forty-eight hours, free access to this
building. Let me conceal myself somewhere, anywhere, within these
walls. Let it be without the knowledge of your clerks, even of
YOUR SON!

Old Morton (proudly). Mr. Alexander Morton is absent to-day.
There is no other reason why he should not be here to consent to
the acts of his partner and father.