The moment she set eyes on me she sent for her husband.

I mentioned who Mr.Yatman was, and what we wanted.
"This is strictly private ?" inquires the husband.

I nodded my head.
"And confidential ?" says the wife.

I nodded again.
"Do you see any objection, dear, to obliging the sergeant with a sight of the books ?" says the husband.
"None in the world, love, if you approve of it," says the wife.
All this while poor Mr.Yatman sat looking the picture of astonishment and distress, quite out of place at our polite conference.

The books were brought, and one minute's look at the pages in which Mrs.Yatman's name figured was enough, and more than enough, to prove the truth of every word that I had spoken.
There, in one book, was the husband's account which Mr.Yatman had settled; and there, in the other, was the private account, crossed off also, the date of settlement being the very day after the loss of the cash-box.