CHAPTER IV.
AN UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL.
Mr. Stillwell's anger had reached a white heat, and as he strode towards me, I was half inclined to think he intended to take my very life. He was naturally a passionate man, and the insinuation I had made concerning his son maddened him beyond all endurance.
I could readily understand why this was so. My Uncle Felix almost worshiped his son, and to have any one insinuate that that son was a thief cut him to the heart. I believe he would rather have lost the six thousand dollars, greatly as he might have felt the loss, than to have imagined that Gus was the guilty party.
"My son a thief!" he repeated hotly. "How dare you?"
"Gus was the only one in the office besides myself," I replied.
"And that is the reason you lay the crime at his door? I don't believe a word you say."
