“Never had no more, and wouldn’t have had that if I’d knowed.”
“This will do, sir,” said the constable. “You charge him here with stealing money from your desk?”
“I am afraid I must,” said Uncle Josiah.
“What, me? Charge me?” cried the man, angrily.
“Yes, Bannock, reluctantly; but it seems that you are the thief.”
“No: not me!” cried the man, fiercely. “It warn’t me. It was him.”
Don started and turned pale, as the man stood pointing at him.
“What do you mean?” cried Uncle Josiah.
“Mean? Why, I ketched him a-helping hisself to the money, and he give me three guineas to hold my tongue.”
“What?”