“What have you done with my grip?” he asked.
“It was stolen last night,” I said, as steadily as I could.
“Stolen!”
“Yes, sir.”
“You can’t mean it!” he ejaculated, facing me with a look of horror on his face.
“It was stolen, and so were a lot of other things.”
“Boy, you lie!”
“It’s the truth.”
“I don’t believe a word of it!” gasped Mr. Norton, catching his breath.
I could see that he was fearfully agitated, and wondered what the valise could have contained.