"I don't like the idea of my book being taken. The same one who took the old book may take the new one."
"Well, I haven't got any bank-book to worry about," said Sam. "Are you going out to supper?"
"Yes. Then, you don't know anything about my book?"
"I! Of course not!" answered Sam. "What should I know of it?"
"I don't know. Come, then, we'll go to supper."
Sam saw that he was suspected, and he knew that he deserved it, but he did not want Henry to ascertain definitely that such was the fact, He wanted to return the book as soon as he could without observation, but for this he must wait a while.
When supper was over, they took a walk of half an hour, and then Henry started to return to his room.
"I'll stay out a little longer," said Sam.
"Are you going to the theater?" asked Henry.
"Not unless you lend me the money," said Sam. "I'm hard up myself."