“Because your father cut down, and yet, by Jove! you were willing to send what you did get to some one else. Well, I call that noble, indeed I do. Oh, I wish I had known all this before! If I had but known! If I had——”
“Say, you fellows, haven't you done catechising me?”said Roy Henning, attempting to divert their attention from himself.
“If you please, cousin, one more question,” said Andrew.
Roy made a wry face, and a mock gesture of impatience.
“You would try the patience of a saint,”
“May I?”
“Well, fire ahead.”
“You say that all along you thought I was the thief?”
“I certainly did, Andrew,” answered Roy, serious in a minute, “for no one but you here ever wore a blue sweater.”
“Then why did you not, especially as I had acted so meanly toward you—why did you not do or say something that would point suspicion to me, or openly make the charge?”