"Did you hear me?" he demanded, seeing that I made no immediate reply.
I was busy thinking over the strange news he had announced. Six thousand dollars and some papers missing from the safe! Whoever had taken them had made a big haul.
I could not help but think of Gus. He was the only one who had been in the office besides myself. Was it possible the young man had robbed his own father?
I was loath to believe that such was the case. My cousin a thief! It could not be possible; and yet if he had not taken the money, who had?
"Do you hear me?" demanded Mr. Stillwell again.
"I hear you," I replied, as calmly as I could, though I was nearly as excited as he was.
"What did you do with the money?"
"I don't know anything about the money."
My uncle made a threatening gesture.
"It's the truth, whether you believe it or not," I went on. "I did not know you had the money, and I haven't been near the safe."
"Luke Foster, do you realize that you are staring the State prison in the face?"
"I can't help that. I know nothing of your money, and that's all there is to it."
