“Yes, sir, and I’ve been thinking, sir, as he must have took that money when Master Don here was up in the warehouse along o’ me.”
“I daresay we shall find all out by-and-by, Wimble,” said the old merchant, coldly. “That will do, now.”
Jem looked uneasily at Don, as he turned his hat round to make sure which was the right way on, and moved slowly toward the door.
“Which, begging your pardon, sir, you don’t think now as—”
“Well?” said the old merchant, sharply, for Jem had stopped.
“Think as Mrs Wimble picked up any of the money, sir?”
“No, no, my man, of course not.”
“Thankye, sir, I’m glad of that; and if I might make so bold, sir, about Master Don—”
“What do you wish to say, man?”
“Oh, nothing, sir, only I’m quite sure, sir, as it was all Mike Bannock’s doing, and—”