“You are very kind, sir. I fear I shall not earn so much.”
“That is my lookout. Come to-morrow, at quarter-past nine. If I am not there, say nothing to Mr. Moore about resuming your situation.”
“All right, sir.”
After dinner Gilbert went to Mr. Vivian’s, to meet his pupil.
CHAPTER XXXV.
GILBERT’S TRIUMPH.
Shortly after the office opened on the following day, Simon Moore and John were disagreeably surprised by the entrance of Gilbert. He had found his witness, Tom, the boot-black, and requested him to remain outside, within call.
“What do you want here?” demanded the book-keeper, frowning.
“Has Mr. Sands returned?” asked our hero.
“No, he hasn’t,” replied Moore, with unblushing falsehood.
“I think you must be mistaken,” said Gilbert, composedly; “for I saw him getting on a street-car yesterday.”