“Then if you knew he was at home, why did you ask me?”
Gilbert did not think it necessary to answer this question.
“I will stop and speak to him,” he said.
“No, you won’t,” said Simon Moore, roughly. “I know what you want. You want to make him believe you are innocent.”
“You are right, Mr. Moore. I do wish to convince him of my innocence.”
“I guess you’ve got cheek,” put in John. “Didn’t I find the money that was lost, in your overcoat pocket?”
“Yes.”
“That’s enough, I should say,” said the book-keeper, dexterously availing himself of this admission. “You are a witness, John, that he has confessed the theft.”
“If you twist what I say in that way,” said Gilbert, indignantly, “there is no use in my saying anything.”
“That is true enough. There is no use in your saying anything. Now, I’ve got something more to say. You’ve no business in this office; and the sooner you clear out the better.”