“It was not I.”
“These people are sure it was. Then President Webster remembered seeing you at the bank a few days ago, and he says the janitor remembers that you hung around a good deal, just at the time Mr. Ditson delivered the diamonds to him.”
“I was waiting for Mr. Markham, who had promised me a reward for saving his son from drowning.”
“But this Markham was a very peculiar man,” went on Squire Slocum. “Webster thinks he might have had something to do with the robbery, although we cannot tell anything about it.”
“I don’t think he did. I think there is some mistake about Mr. Markham’s account, but that is all. He was a gentleman, if I am any judge.”
“We shall see. In the meantime I must place you under arrest.”
“Will you let me know as soon as these two men are found?”
“Yes.”
At this moment constable Pointer came in, and the squire told him to take me to the jailer, to be put in a cell apart from Mr. Norton.
Feeling pretty downhearted, I followed Pointer from the office to the rooms below. Here Mr. Harris, the jailer, met us, and I was given over into his charge.