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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE SPITFIRE;
he saw it? It seemed to me I was getting into hot water in more ways than one.
"I shall search you, never fear," said Mr. Stillwell. "But you had better confess. It may go easier with you if you do."
"I can't confess to something I'm not guilty of," I returned. And then, as I thought of how I had been treated, I cried out:
"You had better look nearer home for the guilty party, Uncle Felix."
My reply seemed to anger him beyond all endurance.
"Don't you dare to insinuate my son is a thief!" he cried. "You low-bred upstart! I have half a mind to hand you over to the police at once!"
And with his face full of passion Uncle Felix bore down upon me, as if ready to crush me beneath the iron heel of his wrath once and forever.
