Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 39: what you’re looking at

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30 GUY HAMMERSLEY. ‘¢VYou have had your say, sir,” he began, ‘*‘ now permit me to have mine. You have proved, toyour own satisfaction. that you did not take the money. Now, then, will you be good enough to prove to mine who did ?” ‘¢Some one who knows your habits much better than I do, sir,” replied Guy, trying to speak, poor fellow, as respectfully as he could. ‘‘ Ah, that’s manly, that’s courageous, is it not ?” here interrupted Mr. Tretbar. ‘‘To lay the blame on one of those poor girls outside who labor here from morning till night to support mothers and little sisters at home! Shame on you, young man, to seek to shelter your own crime behind a woman's skirts.” As Mr. Tretbar uttered the last sentence, he gestic- ulated freely and ended by laying the flat of his hand against his breast, while he shook his head mournfully from side to side. ‘‘«Come now, young man, doesn’t that move you?” put in Mr. Inwood, as though the heart that could not be touched by his employer's eloquent plea for the working girl must be adamant indeed. ‘<I did not take the money,” replied Guy, firmly. ‘‘Well, Mr. Fox, I do not see how we can com- promise matters while the young man remains in this frame of mind,” began Mr. Inwood. Then turning to Guy, he added: ‘‘ Will you step into the next room for a moment ?” He indicated the door on the right, leading into Mr. Tretbar’s private office, and at the same time stepped to the door of his own apartment and called out ‘‘ Hattie!” (EONMIELOOOL KS (©) m