“I shall remain in the city, and can be found, if wanted,” said Gilbert, boldly. “The day will come, Mr. Moore, when my innocence will be known by all.”
Moore shrugged his shoulders.
“I have heard such things before,” he said. “You can go. John, I will employ you, temporarily, in Gilbert’s place.”
“I understand your object now, Mr. Moore,” said Gilbert, looking significantly at John.
“Begone, or I will yet have you arrested,” said the book-keeper, angrily.
Gilbert put on his coat and hat, and walked out of the office.
CHAPTER XVIII.
AN HUMBLE FRIEND.
Just outside the office from which he had been discharged, Gilbert was accosted by Tom, the boot-black.
“Shine yer boots?”
Gilbert shook his head.