"Not so fast, Stillwell. Where do you intend to take him?"
"To the station house, where he belongs."
This alarmed me.
"Can he do it?" I asked. "I didn't take the money."
Mr. Banker's face clouded.
"I am afraid he can. But don't be alarmed. I will stand by you."
But the prospect before me of spending even a short while in one of the city station houses, previous to an examination, was not a pleasant one. I had known one young clerk who had done so, and was ever afterwards spoken of as having been to prison under suspicion.
"I won't go to prison," I cried. "He has no right to send me. Why doesn't he send Gus, too?"
"You come along," said my uncle sternly. "Didn't I tell you we would find out who was master?"
He took hold of my arm. As he did so Mr. Canning came bustling in.
"Hello, what's up?" he exclaimed.
My uncle told his story. The new partner listened incredulously.
"I can hardly believe it possible!" he exclaimed.
