“You and Snipper seem to be fighting continually,” broke in the manager.
“It is not my fault. He——”
“He always got along well enough before you came, Dunbar. I won’t have this continual quarreling around the show. It sets a bad example for the others.” The manager pulled at his mustache for a few seconds. “Can you prove you are innocent of the theft of the tickets?”
“Perhaps I can.”
“Aren’t you sure you can?”
“No, sir. I hope to be able to do so later on, though.”
“Well, then, until that time arrives you can consider yourself suspended from duty. I am going to get to the bottom of this affair.”
“I am discharged!” gasped Leo.
“Mr. Lambert, aren’t you a bit hard on the lad?” put in Barton Reeve.
“I don’t think so. Most men would have him arrested. But I’ll let him go, and that will give him a chance to clear himself—if he can.”