"Not he!"
"Who did, then?"
"You and another person. Excuse me, Captain Vincent, if my remarks seem too personal; but I have a theory of my own, which, with your permission, I will unfold to you. Have a glass of cold water, sir?"
The steward filled a tumbler from the ice pitcher, and politely tendered it to the guest.
"No; I don't want any; go on with your yarn," growled Dock, sourly, for he desired to ascertain what the steward knew.
"We need use no undue haste in our deliberations," replied Augustus, as he drank the glass of water.
"Go on, and don't talk any flabbergast."
"The money was stolen by you and another person."
"Humph! What other person?"
"To be entirely candid with you, I do not yet know who the other person is; but a certain contingent event will expose him." He referred to the return of the fishing vessel, with Ben Seaver, who had handed him the bag. "You and the other person—to me at present unknown—stole the money, and concealed it in the Hotel de Poisson."