“Yes.”
“Will you tell me who, that is if you think I ought to know?”
“Certainly you ought to know, for it is you who are suspected.”
Then Rodney became indignant.
“I can only deny the charge in the most emphatic terms,” he said. “If any one has brought such a charge against me, it is a lie.”
“You can say that to Mr. Redwood, for it is he who accuses you.”
“What does this mean, Mr. Redwood?” demanded Rodney quickly. “What have you seen in me that leads you to accuse me of theft.”
“To tell the truth, Ropes, you are about the last clerk in my room whom I would have suspected. But early this morning this letter was received,” and he placed in Rodney’s hands the letter given in a preceding chapter.
Rodney read it through and handed it back scornfully.
“I should like to see the person who wrote this letter,” he said. “It is a base lie from beginning to end.”