The worst that he had feared had happened.

The safe was robbed.
He was struck with so horrible a dread, and so fearful a looking forward to judgment and condemnation, that his teeth chattered and his eye gave way.
"You will think it over, James," said Iris; "think it over, and tell us presently if you can remember anything." "Think it over, Mr.James," Lala Roy repeated in his deepest tone, and with an emphatic gesture of his right forefinger.

"Think it over carefully.

Like a lamp that is never extinguished are the eyes of the faithful servant." They left him, and James fell back into his chair with hollow cheek and beating heart.
"He told me," he murmured--"oh, the villain!--he swore to me that he had taken nothing from the safe.

He said he only looked in it, and read the contents.