“Do you charge Gilbert Greyson with being a thief?”
“I do, sir.”
“Let me know the particulars.”
Simon Moore rehearsed the story, already familiar to the reader, of the ten-dollar bill found in the pocket of Gilbert’s overcoat.
“Did he admit his guilt?” asked the broker.
“Oh, no, he brazened it out; but the proofs were overwhelming.”
“Who found the bill in Gilbert’s pocket?”
“John.”
“Oh!” ejaculated the broker, significantly.
Simon Moore’s face flushed again.