"I am sorry to hear that, sir," said he, with proper feeling.
Bartley eyed him still more severely.

"And even cash abstracted." "Good heavens!" said the young man, answering his eyes rather than his words.

"Why, surely you can't suspect me ?" Bartley answered, sternly, "I know I have been robbed, and so I suspect everybody whose conduct is suspicious." This was too much for a Clifford to bear.

He turned on him like a lion.
"Your suspicions disgrace the trader who entertains them, not the gentleman they wrong.

You are too old for me to give you a thrashing, so I won't stay here any longer to be insulted." He snatched up his bag and was marching off, when the door opened, and Monckton with a detective confronted him.
"No," roared Bartley, furious in turn; "but you will stay to be examined." "Examined!" "Searched, then, if you like it better." "No, don't do that," said the young fellow.