“Robbed—of what?”
“I had eighteen hundred dollars in bank bills in my pocket, in four parcels, and—and they must have been taken while I was looking in at this window.”
“You seem to have been very careless?” said Sharpleigh. “Why were you not more careful when you knew you had so much money in your care?”
“I—I ought to have been, I know it, sir, but I wasn’t thinking.”
“Where are you employed?”
“At Mr. Fairchild’s office, on Fourteenth Street.”
“The real estate agent?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know the place.”
“My cousin is the bookkeeper. He will be so angry with me.”