"Bless you, man! I seed his capers in Sugar Mountain."
"Go in there and see if he 's the man you are hunting for."
Chadwick went to the door, opened it, and glanced casually around the empty room.
"Oh, yes! He 's the man I 'm huntin' fer," he said as he turned away.
"How do you know?" asked Deomateri, observing an expression of humorous disgust on Chadwick's face.
"Bekaze he ain't in there, by jing!"
The provost-marshal rushed into the room, followed by Blandford, Deomateri, and the whole army of clerks. He saw that his desk had been rifled of important papers, and he sank in a chair, pale and trembling, and gasping for breath.
"Gentlemen," said Blandford to the clerks, "get back to your work. There is nothing to excite you." Then he closed the door and turned to the officer. "My friend, you will demoralize your office, and destroy all discipline. Brace up and give your backbone a chance to do its work."
"I am ruined," cried the officer. "Ruined! That miserable thief has stolen the papers that
