“He told me that.”
“But he didn’t tell you that he was on the point of appropriating a part of the contents? I warrant you he didn’t tell you that.”
“Did he acknowledge it? Perhaps you misjudged him.”
“He didn’t acknowledge it in so many words, but I knew it by his change of color and confusion. Oh, I didn’t lay it up against him. We are very good friends. He comes honestly by it.”
Gibbon looked very much annoyed, but there were reasons why he did not care to express his chagrin.
“On my honor, it was an immense surprise to me,” proceeded Stark, “when I learned that my old friend Gibbon was a resident of Milford.”
“I wish you had never found it out,” thought Gibbon, biting his lip.
“No sooner did I hear it than I posted off at once to call on you.”
“So I see.”
Stark elevated his eyebrows, and looked amused. He saw that he was not a welcome visitor, but for that he cared little.