to his desk and began to search carefully among the few papers that were lying on it; then he looked behind it, around it, and underneath it, but it was evident, from the perplexed look on his face, that he could not find what he was in search of.
"Benny," he called, "come here."
And Benny came in from the outer office, to which he had retired on Mr. Lawrence's appearance.
"Has Mr. Morgan returned yet?" demanded Mr. Lawrence, in a stem voice.
"No, sir," said Benny, wondering what had happened.
"Has any one been here since I left?"
"No, sir."
"You are quite sure?"
"Yes, sir, quite sure."
"Then will you tell me what has become of the five-pound note that I left lying on the desk when I went out?" And he looked straight in Benny's face.
Benny turned pale, for he knew what the question implied, but he did not quail before Mr. Lawrence's stem gaze, and, looking his employer straight in the eyes, he answered —
"I do not know, sir; I have not seen it."
"Now, Benny," said Mr. Lawrence, "mind what you are saying."
In a moment his face flushed crimson as he answered—
"Did you ever know me lie, sir?"
"No, Benny," answered Mr. Lawrence; "I never did,
