“You mustn’t ask me,” said John. “I didn’t think you’d do such a thing, Gilbert, but it looks mighty suspicious.”
“I never stole a penny in my life,” said Gilbert, hotly.
“Do you claim this money as yours?” asked the book-keeper.
“No, I don’t.”
“Then how came it in your pocket? It couldn’t have got there without hands.”
A light dawned upon Gilbert’s mind; a suspicion of the truth flashed upon him.
“It is true,” he said, significantly. “Somebody must have put it into my pocket.”
“And that somebody was yourself,” said Moore, sharply.
“Of course it was,” chimed in John.
Gilbert looked slowly from one to the other. There was something in their faces that revealed all to him.