“Very, good! I will do so. But to-morrow I will give Mr. Benton his walking ticket.”
Albert Benton came to work as usual in the morning. His employer came in half an hour late. By this time the waiter had become resigned to his disappointment of the night previous. He recognized his folly in not making sure of the large sum he had at one time won, and determined to act more wisely in future.
Presently, when he chanced to be unemployed, Smithson beckoned to him.
“Benton,” he said, “you remember my speaking to you about missing money from the till?”
“Yes, sir; but I thought you decided that it was only a falling off in receipts.”
“Yes, I said that; but it seems to me that the deficiency is too great to be accounted for in that way.”
“You may be right, sir. You remember what I told you about the boy?”
“You think he took the money?”
“I feel about sure of it.”
“And you think he gambles it away?”