nor steal either, though I can quite conceive how, in a moment of weakness, you might be tempted to do both."
"But I've done neither," said Benny, with trembling lip.
For a moment Mr. Lawrence was silent, then he said—
"Look here, Benny. I left a five-pound note on the desk when I went out. I am quite certain of that—as certain as I am that I stand here at this moment. And, according to your own statement, no one but yourself has been in the office since I left, and when I come back the note is gone. What am I to think?"
"It's mighty queer, sir," said Benny, turning pale again; "but I hope you'll not think that I've took it."
"I'm afraid that I must think so."
Then there was another pause, while Benny trembled from head to foot. At length Mr. Lawrence spoke again.
"I do not wish to be hard with you, Benny," he said; "and if you will only confess that you have taken the note, I will forgive you."
"And if I was to tell a lie and say I took it, you would ask me for it at once, and I ain't got it." And Benny burst into tears.
"No, I will be more lenient still, for I know what a grief it will be to my little girl when she hears about it. If you will only confess that you have taken it, I won't even ask you to return it. But if you will not confess, I'm afraid the law will have to take its course."
Poor Benny! It was a terrible moment to him, and he tried to realize how much depended upon his answer. By
