Miss Corrie came at once. “What’s the matter, John? Mind, the lad’s in the shop.”
“Send him to his dinner.”
Kitty spoke. “No. I want a witness.”
“A witness!” screeched the woman. “What for?”
Corrie pushed her aside, and bawled—
“Peter, ye can go for your dinner now.” He waited until he heard a door open and close, then wheeled and said to his sister—“She’s five pound short.”
Miss Corrie threw up her hands.
“Yes,” said Kitty quietly, “I’m five pounds short.”
The woman was about to speak, but her brother motioned her to hold her tongue.
“I want to know where that five-pound note is. . . . Do ye hear me, girl?”