“What a brazen liar!” ejaculated Mrs. Brackett, holding up both hands in a theatrical manner.
“Then how did it get there, Henry?” asked Brackett, thinking that the question indicated extraordinary sharpness. “It couldn’t get into the drawer of its own accord, I take it.”
“I agree with you, sir,” said Andy, not appearing so much overwhelmed as his questioner expected.
“Then perhaps you’ll be kind enough to tell us how it did get there, young man,” said George White, magisterially.
“I will, sir,” answered Andy, with the utmost coolness. “You put it there.”
“I put it there?” exclaimed White, looking around him, with a mocking smile. “My young friend, that is entirely too thin.”
“Oh, yes, Henry!” chimed in Mr. Brackett. “You can’t make us believe that story, you know.”
“I’d like to box your ears, you young slanderer!” exclaimed Mrs. Brackett, glaring at poor Andy, who, however, did not appear to be withered by her glance. “You’re a humbug, as well as a thief! You’re an impostor, and we’ve found you out.”
“How is Henry an impostor?” asked Mr. Dodge, mildly.
“His name is no more Henry Miller than mine is,” vociferated Mr. Brackett, furiously.