"About last night, you know; the--er--the misappropriation of Upton's blue-book.
Have you--er--thought that over ?" "I suppose so, sir." "Hm! I should like to ask you one question and receive an absolutely truthful reply, Edwards." "Yes, sir." "When you took that book to your room did you intend to--er--make a wrong use of it ?" "No, sir.

I saw the book on your table, Mr.Daley, and--and it did occur to me that it would be easy to copy it out in my own writing and--and turn it in as my work, sir.

I read a little of it and put it back on the table.

But I don't at all remember seeing it again after that, sir, and that's the truth.

I haven't the slightest recollection of having it in my hand when I left this room or of putting it on the table upstairs.
And--and I'd like you to believe me, sir." "I want to, Edwards, I want to," replied Mr.Daley eagerly.
"And--er--to-day your story sounds much more plausible.