“Belie it or no, sir, I cannot bear this!” cried my uncle fiercely. “Now, Frank, speak out. Did you take that contemptible toy?”
“No, uncle,” I said firmly.
“Come: that’s something. That’s the truth or a lie. That wretched fellow says he saw you with the watch in your hand: is that true?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“That he saw you hide it in the box?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“You locked it up there?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“Another question: did you know whose watch it was?”
“Yes, uncle.”