Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 32: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 23 Straight in the eye. ‘‘I haven’t had charge of the desk since three o’clock yesterday afternoon, and if the money was not missed till this morning ——” Mr. Fox bounced off the piano stool with a return of his anger. ‘‘This is too much!” he exclaimed. ‘‘I took the trouble to leave my business and come all the way up here to try and make things as easy as possible for you, and you still persist in keeping your air of injured innocence. But you must come along with me. We'll see whether you will not break when you find yourself confronted with Mr. Inwood and the policeman he'll have on hand.” Guy began to realize now that some terrible mistake must have been made. ‘*Won’t you explain more clearly, Mr. Fox?” he said. ‘‘ Whois Mr.- Inwood and when did this theft take place?” This question was almost too much for the restau- rant proprietor. Convinced as he was that Guy was guilty of the crime charged against him, it seemed the height of impudence for the boy to inquire about particulars on which he was presumably better in- formed than anybody else. Butby a great effort Mr. Fox stifled his wrath, and adjusting his voice toa dry, harsh, measured tone, replied: ‘‘Simply to recall the facts to your memory, I will say that at noon I sent you round to the office of the Fireside Favorite with a package. You left the pack- age, for Mr. Inwood, the advertising manager, found iton his desk, but you took away aroll of bills, amount- ing to thirteen dollars, which had just been paid him, Gomicboo cS (E€(0) m