"When?"
"In the morning. He came as a beggar."
"A beggar? Impossible!" The merchant held, up his hands in assumed amazement. "Why, Strong, the idea of Mr. Stumpy begging is ridiculous."
"Just the same it is true, Mr. Woodward. And what is more, he is the thief, and you know it."
"That's a strong assertion to make, sir, a very strong assertion."
"Nevertheless, I believe I can prove my words."
Mr. Woodward turned slightly pale.
"You can prove no such thing," he cried.
"Yes, I can. Didn't Stumpy admit he had taken the money?"
"Never, sir."