“The money you are carrying to Cranston to deposit in the bank for the old women in Hamilton.”
“Where could he have found out about it?” thought Andy. “I wish somebody would come along.”
Anything to gain time!
“Pray don’t take it from me, Mr. Robber!” said Andy, pretending to be overcome with terror. “They will think I took it.”
“I can’t help that.”
“And they will have me put in jail. Oh, don’t take it from me!”
“The boy is pretty well scared,” said the robber to himself. “I didn’t think he would wilt down so easily. He seems a little soft.”
“I’ll attend to that,” he said aloud. “I’ll write them an anonymous letter, saying that I took it from you.”
“That will be better,” said Andy, seeming relieved.
“Then hand it over.”