“No. On my honor, no. It is very puzzling. They must have made a mistake at the bank.”
“Send the boy back.”
“It won’t do. He has already reported that he has been robbed. It’s—it’s very awkward.”
“You must do something,” said Dick Ralston, harshly. “I’m not going to be swindled in this way.”
It was at this point that the office door was heard to open. Mr. Sharpleigh entered and fixed his glance on Ralston.
“Mr. Mullins,” he said, “you wish to know who robbed your office boy of the money he drew from the bank?”
“Yes,” faltered Mullins.
“There he stands!” answered Sharpleigh, calmly, pointing to Ralston.
“It’s a—lie!” exclaimed the gambler, but he turned pale.
“I saw the robbery with my own eyes,” went on the detective, “and——” he turned his eyes to the door, which opened to admit a stalwart policeman.