“Perhaps a hundred dollars,” answered Benton sullenly.
“I am very much mistaken if the amount is not four or five times as great. Are you prepared to make restitution?”
“I have no money.”
“Then I shall feel justified in ordering your arrest. Your guilt is aggravated by your seeking to throw the blame on Grant.”
“I have a valuable diamond at home. I will turn that over to you,” said Benton, with a sudden thought.
“How much is it worth?”
“I paid three hundred dollars for it.”
“You can go and get it.”
Benton took off his apron, put on his hat, and left the restaurant.
Half an hour—an hour—passed, and he did not return.