“That is what you have done.”
“Your cash is three hundred short,” said he, putting his hands into his vest pockets again.
Perhaps I was insane under the pressure of his implied charge; at any rate, under the impulse of the moment, without consciously determining to do it, I sprung upon him like a tiger; and having no warning of my purpose myself, I gave him none. I thrust my hands into his vest pockets, and drew from them whatever they contained. I retreated into the farther corner of the room to examine my capture. The deed was done so quick that Captain Halliard had no time to resist, though he seized me by the shoulders. I was furious, and shook him off like a child.
“What do you mean, you villain?” gasped he.
I paid no attention to him, but proceeded to examine my prize. Among other things I found three bills, of one hundred dollars each.
“Do you mean to rob me, Paley?” demanded he; but, like Hamlet’s ghost, he appeared to be “more in sorrow than in anger;” and more in fear than in sorrow.
“Do you carry your money in your vest pockets, sir?” I demanded.
“Sometimes I do.”
“You took these bills from my trunk when you counted my cash.”