CHAPTER III.
SOMEBODY'S CRIME.
While engaged in tidying up the office I noticed for the first time that the door of the safe stood open. This was a most unusual thing, and I wondered if my uncle had taken something out and forgotten to close it. He was a very careful man, and if he had it was the first time I had known him to do such a thing.
"The safe door is open," I said mildly, as he moved as if to leave the office.
"Have you just found that out?" he sneered; and then I saw that he had gone over to the door of the office only to close it.
"Was it open before?" I asked in some alarm.
He looked at me for a moment in silence, the cloud upon his brow deepening.
"Luke, you are a mighty cool one for a boy, but I've got you fast, so you might as well give in," he said finally. "Come, now, I want no nonsense."
This unexpected speech only bewildered me.
