Hawkesbury, much offended to be thus catechised, made no reply.
Mr Barnacle coolly repeated the question.
“No—he did not!”
“What were you doing all the time?”
“I was working.”
“Yes, what particular work were you engaged in?”
“I told you—I was balancing the petty-cash.”
“Did you finish it?”
“Nearly.”
Mr Barnacle touched the bell, and Doubleday appeared.