"For the last time, are you going to give up the money?" asked Mr. Stillwell.
"I've already answered that question," was my reply.
"Then you shall go to prison. Come along with me."
He made a movement as if to take me by the arm, but Mr. Banker stopped him.
"Not so fast, Stillwell. Where do you intend to take him?"
"To the station house, where he belongs."
This alarmed me.
"Can he do it?" I asked. "I didn't take the money."
Mr. Banker's face clouded.
"I am afraid he can. But don't be alarmed. I will stand by you."