Chapter Seven.
Anson Rebounds.
West saw his fellow-clerk wince slightly again, though it passed unnoticed by the others, and directly after the whole party adjourned to the office, the superintendent’s men following them, and, without doing anything to excite attention, forming a guard at the door.
“There’s nothing here,” said the superintendent in a low tone to Ingleborough and West.
“How do you know?” said the former.
“By his manner. He’s all brag and bounce!”
“Yes,” said Ingleborough; “but you don’t know your man.”
“Look here!” cried Anson; “none of that! Search if you like, but no plotting and planning there! I don’t see why they shouldn’t be charged too. Search their desks as well as mine. Perhaps you’ll find some illicit-diamonds there.”
West started, for a strange suspicion shot through his breast.