“With pleasure, sir. Of my Aunt Rachel.”
Mr. Bristlebach looked at me; looked sharply at me. He seemed to be a little staggered at something, though, of course, I did not suppose he believed me. He asked me twenty questions about my aunt, all of which I answered with a greater regard for the truth than I was sometimes in the habit of paying to that sublime virtue.
“Mr. Glasswood, your cash is twelve hundred dollars short,” he added.
“I was not aware of the fact,” I replied.
“After you went away yesterday, I made a strict examination of your department, and you have heard the result.”
I was surprised at the announcement, and of course I could not disprove the assertion.
“I can only say, sir, that I left it right at three o’clock yesterday,” I added.
“Do you doubt my statement?”
“Certainly not, sir; but I do not understand it.”