“Who says I did it?” demanded Tom.
“It is useless to deny it. You cleared up his room this morning. His pocket-book was on the bureau.”
“I know it was,” said Tom. “I saw it there.”
“You opened it, and took out twenty dollars.”
“No, I didn’t,” said Tom. “I didn’t touch it.”
“Do not add falsehood to theft. You must have done it. There was no one else likely to do it.”
“Wasn’t the door unlocked all day?” demanded Tom. “Why couldn’t some one else go in and take it as well as I?”
“I feel sure it was you.”
“Why?” asked Tom, her eyes beginning to flash indignantly.
“I have no doubt you have stolen before. My brother took you from the street. You were brought up by a bad old woman, as you say yourself. I ought not to be surprised at your yielding to temptation. If you will restore the money to Mr. Holland, and promise not to steal again, I will overlook your offence, and allow you to remain in the house, since it was my brother’s wish.”