About seven o’clock Mr. Wentworth rose and dressed himself. Gerald was already up, preparing breakfast. All at once he was startled by an exclamation. Looking around he saw Bradley Wentworth examining his pockets in a high state of excitement.
“What’s the matter?” asked Gerald.
“Matter enough!” returned the visitor. “I’ve been robbed during the night, and you,” he added fiercely, with a furious glance at Gerald, “you are the thief!”
CHAPTER VII.
TRACKING THE THIEF.
Gerald blushed with indignation at the unexpected accusation.
“What do you mean, Mr. Wentworth?” he demanded angrily.
“I mean just what I say. During the night my wallet, which was full of bank bills, has been stolen. Of course your father couldn’t have taken it. There was no one else in the room except yourself.”
“You are making a poor return for our hospitality,” said Gerald coldly. “In what pocket did you keep your wallet?”