“Because it might come out who really put the money in my coat-pocket.”
“You did it yourself.”
“You are mistaken. I have found out who did put it in.”
“Who?”
“I don’t think you need any information on that point.”
“Look here,” said John, angrily, “you’d better not tell any lies to Mr. Sands when he comes back.”
“I have no occasion to do so.”
“You’d better leave the city, or Mr. Sands may have you arrested.”
“I will risk that.”
“I guess you can get a place in Philadelphia,” said John. “I’ll get my cousin to give you a recommendation if you’ll promise to go there.”