"Yes, doctor. As I said, I was on board the Brooklyn ferry with this young man and a friend of his, whom I believe he addressed as Jim. I heard them talk, being in the next seat, about money, and something was said about concealment. My curiosity was aroused, and I made up my mind to follow them after they left the boat."
"He knows all about it," thought Sam. "I wish I hadn't come back."
"Go on," said Dr. Graham, eying Sam sternly as he spoke. "You followed the boys?"
"Yes. They made their way to the end of a pier, where this young man of yours slipped off his stockings, and, as well as I could tell, for I was watching at a distance, concealed some bills in them, and afterwards drew them on again. It struck me at once that if the money had been honestly come by, they wouldn't have been so anxious to secrete it."
"Sam," said the doctor, sternly, "what have you to say to this charge?"
"It was my money," stammered Sam.
"What did you put it in your stockings for?"
"Jim told me how dangerous it was to carry it round in my pocket loose. So, as I hadn't any pocket-book, I put it in my stockings."
"Very probable, indeed. Suppose you take off your stockings."
Sam had decided objections to this; but he saw that it would be of no use to urge them, and slowly and reluctantly complied.