"What money?" I exclaimed, "and why do they say he took it?"
"Because he slept in the office that night."
"Oh, but some one else might have taken it. Uncle Job wouldn't!"
"That is what we all think, but who did take it? That is the question that puzzles every one, for nothing in the room was disturbed, and no one could have entered."
"Who had him arrested—Moth?" I asked, my thoughts reverting to him as the source of all our troubles.
"No; the man the money belonged to. He came up from Rock Island, but brought Moth along and a constable, and after they had been in Appletop a few hours they accused your Uncle Job, and he was arrested."
"I knew it was Moth; but where is Uncle Job now?"
"In jail."
"In jail!" I cried, breaking down.
"His friends offered to bail him out, but he refused, saying he was innocent, and would never leave the place till it was made clear."