“It strikes me you’re rather too fast, Colonel Ross, in making him out guilty. What proof have you of it?”
“My son’s word.”
“Oh!” said the constable, expressively.
“You have only to do your duty and search the house, and I venture to predict that the evidence will be forthcoming that will convince even you.”
“Mrs. Gilbert,” said the constable, “I hope you’ll excuse me for obeying the Colonel. I have to do it, you know.”
“Do your duty, Mr. Rogers. We are not afraid to have the house searched from top to bottom.”
“I don’t want to disturb your things, Mrs. Gilbert. Suppose you go round and open everything to us.”
“If that will be satisfactory to Colonel Ross. I want him satisfied.”
“As long as I am present, with a right to examine, I shall not object.”
“It seems to me, Colonel Ross,” remarked Uncle Obed, “you are not treating the boy right.”