But McEwen's old clothes were gone, his gun and revolver, also his pipes and tobacco.
Anderson roused Ginnell, and they searched the house and its neighbourhood in vain.

On going back into his own room, Anderson noticed an open drawer.

He had placed his pocketbook there the night before, but without locking the drawer.

It was gone, and in its place was a dirty scrap of paper.
"Don't you try chivvying me, George, for you won't get any good of it.
You let me alone, and I'll let you.

You were a stingy fellow about that money, so I've took some of it.