The door opened again, and Cottle ran in. “Hurray, Clapperton! The money’s found. Rollitt’s no thief. Ain’t you glad?” And he, too, vanished.
There must be something in it. What a fool he would look to all Fellsgarth! Perhaps it was only a plot, though, to shield Rollitt. Perhaps—
The door once more swung open, and in jumped Cash.
“Clapperton, I say—Hooray! That money’s been found. Rollitt’s no thief. Ain’t you glad?”
Hullo! At this rate he would get to know the news. How they would crow on the other side! He wondered if Fisher major had done it on purp—
Again there was a scuffle of feet at the door, and Lickford stepped in.
“Oh! Clapperton,” he said. “Hooray, Clapperton! The money’s turned up, and Rollitt’s no thief. Ain’t you glad?—and, oh, I say, Clapperton—hooray!”
“Come here,” said Clapperton, sternly.
But, oh dear no; Lickford was pressed, and couldn’t stay.
“The young asses!” growled Clapperton. “Why can’t they keep their precious news to themselves? If they’d tried, they couldn’t have made bigger nuisances of themselves. I suppose, now, Yorke will—”