Whoever the villain is, I will send him to prison if I can only catch him." Monckton winced and turned his head away, debating in his mind whether he should affect indignation and sympathy, and pretend to court inquiry, or should wait till lunch-time, and then empty the cash-box and bolt.
Whilst thus debating, these words fell unexpectedly on his ear: "And you must help me." Then Monckton's eyes turned this way and that in a manner that is common among thieves, and a sardonic smile curled his pale thin lip.
"It is my duty," said the sly rogue, demurely.

Then, after a pause, "But how ?" Then Mr.Bartley glanced at Bolton in the lobby, and not satisfied with speaking under his breath, drew this ill-chosen confidant to the other end of the office.
"Why, suspect everybody, and watch them.

Now there's this clerk Bolton: I know nothing about him; I was taken by his looks.

Have your eye on _him_." "I will, sir," said Monckton, eagerly.

He drew a long breath of relief.