"I left Gus at home," he cried, even more emphatically than before, and I could see that he was really angry because of my having dragged his son's name into the dispute.
"Gus was here, and left just before you came."
"I don't believe it."
"All the same, it is true."
"It's only a story to pass your crimes off on my son. But it won't wash, Luke, it won't wash."
I made no further reply, seeing it was useless to try to reason with him, but hung up my hat and turned my attention to cleaning up the floor.
CHAPTER III.
SOMEBODY'S CRIME.
While engaged in tidying up the office I noticed for the first time that the door of the safe stood open. This was a most unusual thing, and I wondered if my uncle had taken something out and forgotten to close it. He was a very careful man, and if he had it was the first time I had known him to do such a thing.