"No."
"Boy that cleans up and takes down the shutters, eh?"
"No—that is—my nephew was in the house, and," said Miss Pinckney with emphasis, "he ran off to sea last night."
The policeman gave a prolonged "Ah!"
Then he proceeded to examine the lock of the drawer.
"Where's the key?"
"Here, in my key basket. I lock the drawer the last thing, and lock the shop-door myself. You know that, Patience. Speak up."
"Yes, I know it—I know it."
"Well, there seems no certain clue," the policeman said, twisting the key of the drawer round and round in the lock.
"There's this clue," Miss Pinckney said; "my nephew who ran off to sea stole the box. He and I had quarrelled a bit, for he was the most impudent and trying young vagabond. If you wish to know my thoughts, policeman, they are that he took the cash-box."