"Come, Luke, you can't keep this up any longer. Hand over that money and the papers."
"Let me tell you for the last time, Mr. Stillwell, that I know nothing of either," said I. "If any one has them that person is your son."
"Don't tell me such a yarn!"
"I believe it's the truth. If not, why did Gus steal into the office and out again in such a hurry this morning?"
"I don't believe he was here. I left him in his room at home."
"Are you sure he was in his room?"
"Yes, for I called him, and he answered back."
"Nevertheless he was here, and maybe I can prove it."
My uncle bit his lip. He did not relish my last remark.
"And even if he was here he did not know the combination of the safe."
"Neither did I."
"But you could have found it out. You had plenty of chances."
"No more chances than Gus had."
"Pooh! Don't tell me that!"
"It's the truth."
"My son is not on a level with you."
