“Yes, papa, we are trying to tell you everything,” said Philip.
“Thank you,” said Sir Francis, and then he turned to me and looked me all over.
“Well, sir,” he said, “your appearance and the evidence are very much against you.”
“Yes, Sir Francis,” I said; “very much indeed.”
“Well, what have you to say?”
I could not answer for some moments, for my feelings of indignation got the better of me, but at last I blurted out:
“I went down the garden Sir Francis, to try and catch some moths.”
“With this, eh?” said Sir Francis picking up something from the floor, and placing my old dark lantern on the table.
“Yes, Sir Francis,” I said. “I am making a collection.”
“Where is it, then?”