“I tell the truth. It was stolen along with a lot of other things that belonged to the mill. Andy—”
“You can’t fool me!” shouted Mr. Norton. “You have taken those things away yourself. I thought from the start that you might be deeper than you appeared, and now I’m sure of it. I was a fool to be taken in. Tell me this instant everything you have found out!”
CHAPTER XIII.
AT SQUIRE SLOCUM’S HOUSE.
It was evident that Mr. Enos Norton was terribly in earnest. Compared with his present state, his former anger appeared as child’s play.
“I have told you the exact truth,” I replied. “Andy Carney came in here last night and stole the things.”
“Andy Carney! The man you say stole the boat?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Norton was silent for a moment.
“Reuben, I don’t believe your story,” he cried at length. “You’ve taken that valise yourself, and put away the other things to make your story appear plausible. Now, I want you to tell me exactly all you have discovered, otherwise it will go hard with you.”