The boy on the bed laughed.
“Well, Henning, I suppose you think you have caught me nicely. You think I have either said too much or too little. If I had not been to confession
I should not have allowed you to drive me into this corner, but I did not intend to stop at this. Yes, I will tell you the name of the thief.”
“Who is he?”asked Roy, as calmly as he could, although he felt himself half choking with suppressed excitement.
“I must continue my story. When I have done you will know. What time is it?”
“Twenty minutes to ten,” answered Roy.
“You've got it yet,” said the boy, pointing his finger at Roy's watch, which he still held in his hand.
“What? The watch? Oh! yes.”It was a rather small gold hunting-case watch.
“That watch was the cause of the robbery,” said Stockley dramatically. Henning clicked the watch shut with a start, and put it back in his pocket.
“This watch the cause of the robbery! What on earth are you talking about? Your senses must be leaving you——”