Hugh gazed at his uncle blankly. “Found out? What in the world—I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“Can’t you think why Grant came here on Monday?”
“No. How could I?”
“Why did he come, sir?” Stephen interposed.
“A shortage has been discovered in the accounts at the office.”
“A shortage in our accounts?” Stephen spoke incredulously. “Impossible.”
“I’m most awfully sorry, sir,” Hugh said sympathetically, taking a step nearer his uncle.
“Some one has stolen ten thousand pounds.”
“Who?” Stephen asked quickly.
“The money was taken from the African trading account.”