“Mrs. Merton,” said Tom, proudly, “I didn’t take the money, and I can’t give it back. I might have stolen when I lived with granny, for I didn’t get enough to eat half the time, but I wouldn’t do it now.”
“That sounds well,” said Mrs. Merton; “but somebody must have taken the money.”
“I don’t care who took it,” said Tom, “I didn’t.”
“You are more likely to have taken it than any one else.”
“You may search me if you want to,” said Tom, proudly.
“Perhaps she didn’t take it,” said Mr. Holland, upon whom Tom’s fearless bearing had made an impression.
“I will inquire if any of the servants went into your room,” said Mrs. Merton. “If not, I must conclude that Jane took it.”
Inquiry was made, but it appeared evident that no servant had entered the room. Tom had made the bed and attended to the chamber-work alone. Mrs. Merton was therefore confirmed in her suspicions. She summoned Tom once more, and offered to forgive her if she would make confession and restitution.
“I didn’t steal the money,” said Tom, indignantly. “I’ve told you that before.”
“Unless you give it up, I cannot consent to have you remain longer in my house.”