The grocer did not return his greeting, but said:
"Gerald, there is something I wish to speak to you about."
"Yes, sir. I wished also to speak to you."
"I wonder whether he is going to confess," thought Mr. Tubbs.
"What have you to say to me?"
"I think a bank bill was taken from your money-drawer yesterday."
Mr. Tubbs was amazed. What did it mean? Was it possible that the boy was going to make a clean breast of his dishonesty?
"A bank bill was taken from the drawer yesterday," he said—"a five-dollar note."
"I didn't know that it was a five," said Gerald. "I didn't suppose you had discovered it."
"I am glad, however, that you have confessed the theft to me. Return the bill, and I will overlook your fault."