"It contains private papers."
"Such as what? It is necessary that I should satisfy myself that the wallet is really yours."
"Will thee not take my word?" asked the Quaker, uneasily.
"Will you swear that the pocket-book is yours?"
"Yes. Nay, I never swear," said the Quaker, hastily interrupting himself. "I will affirm."
"I am ready to swear that I didn't take the wallet," said Paul.
"That is different," said the Quaker. "Will not that be satisfactory?" asked the Quaker, turning to the detective.
"No."
"Does thee doubt my word?" asked the old man, reproachfully, and seeming very uneasy.
"Not necessarily, but I think you may be mistaken," answered the detective, composedly.