"You don't mean that you suspect him of taking it?" said Kirby in a low tone.
Dean heard these words, and he exclaimed indignantly. "I am not a thief, if that is what the gentleman means."
"Of course not," said Kirby soothingly—"Still, just to convince him now, you may as well search your pockets."
Dean thrust his hand into his right pocket (he wore a sack coat) and it came in contact with something unexpected. He drew it out, with the lost pocket-book in it.
"Is it possible?" ejaculated Kirby.
"Just what I thought!" said the old man, nodding emphatically.
"I wouldn't have believed it," said Kirby.
"Mr. Kirby," said Dean, his face flaming with indignation, "do you mean to charge me with taking that pocket-book?"
"What else can I think? Oh, Dean, I am grieved to find you dishonest."