Frank laughed. "You know Perry, the minor canon? He also went to St. John's as a servitor. I shall get him to tell me——"
Frank stopped. The tongs had gone down with a clatter.
CHAPTER XVI.
MRS. DARE'S GOVERNESS.
"There's such a row at our place!" suddenly announced Cyril Dare, at the Pomeranian Knoll dinner-table, one Monday evening.
"What about?" asked Mr. Dare.
"Some money's missing. At least, a cheque; which amounts to the same thing."
"Not quite the same," dissented Mr. Dare. "Unless it has been cashed."
"I mean the same as regards noise," continued Cyril. "There's as much fuss being made over it as if it had been fourteen pounds' weight of solid gold. It was a cheque of Dunns'; and the master put it into his desk, or says he did so. When he came to look for it, it was gone."