"I cannot, sir. If you wish to look at my money, Mrs. Flint will show it to you."
"Perhaps I had better."
"Don't let him go with you, though," said Edward, maliciously.
Mr. Wake wrote an order to Mrs. Flint, requesting her to exhibit the money, and Harry signed it. The senior then hastened to Avery Street.
"Now, Master Spy!" sneered Edward, when he had gone. "So you have been watching me, I thought as much."
"I only did what Mr. Wade told me to do," replied Harry, exceedingly mortified at the turn the investigation had taken.
"Humph! That is the way with you psalm-singers. Steal yourself, and lay it to me!"
"I did not steal. I never stole in my life."
"Wait and see."
In about half an hour Mr. Wake returned.