"Which I never did," replied Frank vigorously. "If you will come over to the house, Mr. Dobbins, my aunt will assure you that I was in bed hours before and after the crash happened."
"Well, anyway, it was your knife."
"Yes," assented Frank, and explained about it being mislaid. Apparently Dobbins was convinced. He was thoughtful for a moment or two, exchanged the coin in hand for another in his pocket, and extended this to Frank with the words:
"I guess it's worth ten dollars, then."
"No, Mr. Dobbins," said Frank positively, "I can't take your money. I'll tell you, though, if you really feel kindly toward me."
"I do, for a fact, Frank."
"And want to do me a favor?"
"Try me, Frank."
"I want you to come up to the house and satisfy yourself that I have told you the truth about being home last night, and then I want you to go to town with me."
"Why, Frank, I don't doubt your word."
"No; but others may, and I want to settle this affair."
"All right, Frank, though I'd feel better if you took the money."
Miss Brown looked rather curious and perplexed
