"I tell you that won't go down," added Glynn, giving me a rude shake.
"Isn't this the room to which you sent him and me, and didn't you give him the key?"
"And didn't you break down this door? That's what I want to know."
"I have said that I did; and I have explained the reason of it."
"Redwood may settle the business to suit himself. Come down to the office."
He walked me through the long entry, and down the stairs to a room adjoining that we had entered before. Glynn explained to the man I had seen with the silver box in his hand, and who was doubtless the proprietor of the house, what had occurred in the attic.
"I see," said Redwood. "This is a very pretty story; and this boy wants to hurt the reputation of the house by declaring that he has been robbed here. As you say, Glynn, that won't go down."
"But it is true," I protested.
"You know it isn't true. How old are you, boy?"