"Yes, sir."
"Humph! you might have made a better choice!"
"I think Mr. Ranson a very nice man. He certainly treated me extremely well."
"He's of small account."
"He said you and he were not on good terms."
"What did he do for you for saving him?"
"He offered to do a great deal."
"I suppose so. He's mighty free as far as words go."
It made Mr. Stillwell feel sore to think I had so many friends. He knitted his eyebrows and said no more until we reached the office.
When we arrived we found no one but my cousin Gus in charge. Mr. Grinder was still away, and Mr. Canning had not yet arrived.
"Hello! so you're back!" exclaimed Gus. "Thought you'd get sick of running away."
I offered no reply, and he continued:
"What did you mean by insinuating that I took the money from the safe?"
"If you didn't, what were you doing in the office that morning when you said you were going to Coney Island?"
"Who says I was at the office?"
"I do; and I can prove it."
Gus reddened.
