"I haven't seen it," answered Jim sullenly.
"This isn't the first time, you know," continued his master. "I have missed money before when you were left in charge, but I did not like to be positive. Unfortunately for you, there can be no question about it this time. If you will confess, I will forgive you, for your mother's sake; if not, I must ask my friend to fetch a policeman."
The boy shuddered at this threat. He had a strong imagination, and he instantly conjured up the whole pitiful scene. He saw himself marched to the station, and brought up next morning before the magistrates. He pictured the grief and horror in his mother's face, and thought of Susie when she should hear of what had happened.
Mr. Broad understood what was passing through his mind, and said in an encouraging tone,—
"Come; which is it to be?"
"I really can't confess anything," cried Jim hopelessly. "I have not been near the till."
"Wouldn't it be as well to search him?" suggested Mr. Farrant. "Of course he may have got rid of it; but, on the other hand, it may be in his pockets—that is," he added blandly, "assuming he is guilty of the theft."
"That seems to be a very good idea," said the stationer.—"I suppose, Hartland, you have no objection to turning out your pockets? Of course if you are innocent there can't be any objection."
"No, sir," answered Jim eagerly. "You can search me as much as you like. Shall I take my coat off?"
"Yes," said his master, "do."