“And that it was stolen?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“And you were not going to speak about it being in your possession?”
“No, uncle.”
There was a terrible pause, and in the midst of the silence, my uncle went on.
“One word or two more, sir. On the day the watch was missed, you refused to play?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“And you went and lay down near the tent?”
“Yes, uncle; I had been very ill.”
There was another pause, followed by a low murmur among those present, and then, in a fierce voice full of contemptuous rage, my uncle thundered,—