"Let me see it," said Andy, dumfounded.
It was a ticket issued by a Third Avenue pawnbroker for a gold watch, on which ten dollars appeared to have been loaned. The name of the borrower appeared as A. Grant.
"Miserable boy!" said the salesman, severely; "so you have turned thief. What a hypocrite you must be!"
"I don't know what it means," faltered Andy, quite overwhelmed.
CHAPTER XIX. — ANDY IS DISCHARGED.
"You don't know what it means!" repeated Simon Rich in a sarcastic tone. "Probably not. I understand it."
"Do you think I stole a watch and pawned it, Mr. Rich?" demanded Andy, with spirit.
"There seems to be absolute proof of your dishonesty. Will you explain how, otherwise, this pawn ticket is found in your pocket?"