"Do you think I took this pocketbook from your room, Mrs. Little?" asked Scott.
"What am I to think?"
"I can't tell you. I can tell you what I think."
"What is it?"
"That the person who stole the pocketbook took out the money and placed it where it was found."
"Oh, of course," sneered Loammi; "but who was it?"
"I don't know, but I mean to find out."
He gazed fixedly at Loammi, who flushed a little, for he saw that he was suspected.
"Ma," he said, "I hope you'll forgive Scott. Probably he will be willing to give up the money."
"I consider that remark an insulting one, Loammi. I don't want to be forgiven, nor can I give up money that I didn't take."