"I shall soon be able to prove it," said Mr. Drummond. "The lady who bought the shawl came into the store half an hour since, and asked for another. When I told her that it would cost ten dollars, she said she only paid five for the one she had on. She then told us that she bought it of you a fortnight since."
"How did she know my name?"
"She did not mention your name. She said that it was a boy she bought it of, and of course that can only be you."
"There is some mistake about this, Mr. Drummond. She has made a mistake. She must have bought it somewhere else."
"She would not be likely to make such a mistake as this. Besides, the shawl is like others I have. How do you account for that?" queried Mr. Drummond, triumphantly.
"I don't pretend to account for it, and don't feel called upon to do so. All I have got to say is, that I did not sell the shawl, nor pocket the money."
"I shouldn't be surprised if you had the money about you at this very moment."
"You are mistaken," said Walter, firmly.
"Show me your pocket-book."
"My pocket-book is my own property."