“If you please, I do not object,” I replied; and I think I should not have objected to any thing.
“Perhaps you will make the bank good yourself?” sneered Mr. Bristlebach.
“I don’t owe the bank a penny, sir.”
“Mr. Glasswood—sit down!”
I sat down.
“Listen to me, sir!”
I listened.
“I have worked up the case, and understand it perfectly. I am informed that three or four weeks ago you had in your pocket several hundred dollars—perhaps a thousand dollars or more,” continued Mr. Bristlebach, whose looks as well as his words were intended to carry confusion to my soul. “Will you do me the favor to say whether or not this statement is true?”
“Quite true, sir. The sum in my pocket-book was one thousand dollars,” I replied, beginning to gather up a little light on the subject.