'I have tracked you down; you came to the station sacrilegiously disguised as a clergyman, procured my barrel, opened it, rifled the body, and cashed the bill.

I have been to the bank, I tell you! I have followed you step by step, and your denials are childish and absurd.' 'Come, come, Morris, keep your temper,' said Mr Appleby.
'Michael!' cried Morris, 'Michael here too!' 'Here too,' echoed the lawyer; 'here and everywhere, my good fellow; every step you take is counted; trained detectives follow you like your shadow; they report to me every three-quarters of an hour; no expense is spared.' Morris's face took on a hue of dirty grey.

'Well, I don't care; I have the less reserve to keep,' he cried.

'That man cashed my bill; it's a theft, and I want the money back.' 'Do you think I would lie to you, Morris ?' asked Michael.
'I don't know,' said his cousin.

'I want my money.' 'It was I alone who touched the body,' began Michael.
'You?
Michael!' cried Morris, starting back.