"I did not steal your money," said Haldane impetuously.
"Where is it, then?" asked Mr. Arnot, with a cold sneer.
"Be careful, now," said the policeman; "you are getting excited, and you may say what you'll wish you hadn't."
"Mr. Arnot, do you mean to have it go abroad to all the world that I have deliberately stolen that thousand dollars?" asked the young man desperately.
"Here are the empty envelopes. Where is the money?" said his employer, in the same cool, inexorable tone.
"I met two sharpers from New York, who made a fool of me—"
"Made a fool of you! that was impossible," interrupted Mr. Arnot with a harsh laugh.
"Dastard that you are, to strike a man when he is down," thundered
Haldane wrathfully. "Since everything must go abroad, the truth shall
go, and not foul slander. I got to drinking with these men from New
York, and missed the train—"
"Be careful, now; think what you are saying," interrupted the policeman.
"He charges me with what amounts to a bald theft, and in a way that all will hear of the charge, and shall I not defend my self?"