"How could I get the things?" demanded Ferris. "The firm knows they were there after I left."
"I know they do," returned Hal, significantly. "And they know more than that."
Dick Ferris grew almost white at these last words. He seemed about to say something in return, but suddenly changed his mind.
"Carson, this is a serious matter," said Saunders. "I hate to say much about it, but the stuff has been found here, and I don't see how I can do otherwise than look to you for that fourteen dollars."
"Mr. Saunders, I didn't take the things, and I don't know anything about your money."
"Easy enough to say, but——" and Saunders finished with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Of course, I can't prove what I say, but I can give you my word of honor that I am telling the truth."
"That's all very well, but it doesn't restore my money, which I can't afford to lose," replied Saunders, sharply.
Hal looked around in perplexity. What was he to do?
"I can't believe you guilty," said Mrs. Ricket. "But if you have the money you had better return it."