"You must have put them in your pocket, Jones," said Burnham, sternly.
"On my honor——"
"Feel and find out. You will be held responsible."
The ticket seller was frightened, and he showed it.
"Of course, Mr. Burnham," he began, unsteadily, "you do not think I would take a dollar that does not belong to me? You have known me too long——"
"That money must be recovered," came furiously from the now excited manager. "I must refund it to those who have purchased tickets here to-night, for there will be no performance. Search in your pockets."
Jones felt through his pockets, but protested that he could find nothing. His agitation and terror grew apace.
It seemed that the money had vanished into thin air.
"Perhaps you picked up the money when you rushed in, Mr. Burnham," suggested Frank Merriwell, from the door.
"Impossible!" exclaimed the manager. "Didn't do it."