“Very good of you, I’m sure!”
“That wasn’t why I came,” said Chips, braced though stung by this reception. He had shut the door behind him. He walked round the bed with the extremely determined air of one in whom determination was not a habit.
“Well, why did you come?” inquired Jan, though he was beginning to guess.
“You did a thing I couldn’t have believed you’d do!”
“Many things, it seems.”
“I’m only thinking of one. The others don’t concern me. You went into my locker and—and broke into the house money-box!”
“I left you something worth five times as much, and I owned what I’d done in black and white.”
“I know that. Here’s your watch and your I.O.U. I found them after chapel this morning.”
Jan took his treasure eagerly, laid it on the dressing-table, and produced his packet of coins from one of the small side drawers.
“And here’s your money,” said he. “You’d better count it; you won’t find a sixpence missing.”