“It wasn’t a pound.” One tear came, hesitated and fell. “It was—fifteen shillings.”
“Very well, then. Will you kindly explain to me how you spent fifteen shillings?”
No answer.
“Jeremy, how old are you?”
“Ten—and a—half.”
“Ten and a half. Very well. You have been a year and a half at school. You are quite old enough to understand. Do you know what you have done?”
Tears now were falling fast.
“You have stolen this money.”
No word.
“Do you know what they call someone who steals money?”