“Look here,” he burst out, “you think I stole that money of yours, don’t you?”
“I never accused you of it,” replied Ned in an ugly tone.
“But you think so.”
“My thoughts are my own, I guess.”
“No, they’re not! You might as well say it as think it. I never even saw your old money. Now, do you believe that?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then Ned turned and looked his room-mate squarely in the face.
“What’s the use of lying, Cal?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. “You were the only fellow who knew the money was there, and Spud saw you at my bureau that night.”
“I wasn’t out of bed!”
“Yes, you were,” replied Ned calmly, “for I saw you too.”