Bansemer was not losing his courage; it was only the dread of having
Graydon find out. He stuck close to his office, seeing but few
people. However, he did saunter into Rigby's office for a friendly
chat, but learned nothing from, the manner of that astute young
man. With a boldness that astonished himself--and he was at no
time timid--he asked if Harbert intended to remain in Chicago for
any length of time. After he had gone away, Rigby rubbed his forehead
in a bewildered sort of way and marvelled at the nerve of the man.

The day passed slowly; but late in the afternoon the suspense became
so keen that he found it difficult to keep himself from making
inquiries of the proper officials as to whether affidavits had been
filed by Harbert or any other person. His hand did not shake now,
but there was a steady pain at the back of his head.

"Droom, I think I'll go home. If I don't appear in the morning,
you'll know that I'm at some police station. Good-day!"

"Good-bye!" said Elias, with correcting emphasis. Bansemer laughed
heartily.

"I believe you'd like to see me jugged."

"Not unless you could be convicted. I'll have to remain in your
employ until then, I suppose."