“What’s this?” he asked, pretending to be surprised.
“Let me see it,” said Gilbert, overcome with surprise.
“Let me see it,” said Simon Moore, sharply.
“It’s a ten-dollar bill,” said John, looking at it more closely.
“It’s the note I missed,” said the book-keeper, taking it into his hands. “What have you to say to this, Greyson?” he demanded, sternly.
“I have this to say,” said Gilbert, a little pale, as was natural, “that I don’t know anything about that bill, or how it came in my coat-pocket.”
“I suppose not,” sneered the book-keeper.
“I am willing to swear to it,” said Gilbert, recovering his firmness.
“A boy that steals money cannot expect to be believed, even upon oath,” said the book-keeper.
“Do you believe I took that money, John?” asked Gilbert.