“So there might.”
“It’s very mysterious. Such things didn’t happen when Chester was here.”
Abel made no answer, but began to sweep out the store, his first morning duty.
When Silas spoke of the store being robbed he had no idea that such a robbing had taken place, but he went to the money drawer and opened it to make sure all was safe.
Instantly there was a cry of dismay.
“Abel!” he exclaimed, “I’ve been robbed. There’s a lot of money missing.”
Abel stopped sweeping and turned pale.
“Is that so, Mr. Tripp?” he asked, faintly.
“Yes, there’s—lemme see. There’s been burglars here. Oh, this is terrible!”
“Who could have done it, Mr. Tripp?”