“Look here, Abel, I won’t stir a step till you do tell me. You are acting very strangely.”
“Well, somethin’ terrible has happened,” Abel ejaculated, in excited tones.
“What’s it?”
“The store was robbed last night.”
“The store was robbed?” repeated Chester. “What was taken?”
“Oh, lots and lots of money was taken from the drawer, and the window in the back of the store was left open.”
“I’m sorry to hear it. I didn’t know there was anybody in Wyncombe that would do such things. Does Mr. Tripp suspect anybody?”
“Yes, he does.”
“Who is it?”
“He thinks you done it.”