“Please look at it, mother,” said Mr. Povey. “And tell me if there’s a cross marked on it.”
Constance’s tears blurred the coin. She had to wipe her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered faintly. “There’s something on it.”
“I thought so,” said Mr. Povey. “Where did you steal it from?” he demanded.
“Out of the till,” answered Cyril.
“Have you ever stolen anything out of the till before?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what.”
“Yes, father.”
“Take your hands out of your pockets and stand up straight, if you can. How often?”