If you want to know what
he did with the money ask him how much he
paid for the gold ring he bought of the jeweler
down at the village."
"You are a spy--a base, dishonorable spy!"
cried Mrs. Crawford.
"I won't say what you are, ma'am, to bring
false charges against Master Carl, and I wonder
the doctor will believe them."
"Leave the house directly, you hussy!"
shrieked Mrs. Crawford.
"If I do, I wonder who'll get the dinner?"
remarked Jane, not at all disturbed.
"I won't stay here to be insulted," said the
angry lady. "Dr. Crawford, you might have
spirit enough to defend your wife."
She flounced out of the room, not waiting
for a reply, leaving the doctor dazed and flurried.
"I hope, sir, you are convinced now that Carl
did not take Mrs. Crawford's money," said
Gilbert. "I told you it was probably Peter."
"Are you sure of what you said, Jane?"
asked the doctor.
"Yes, sir. I saw Peter take the wallet with
my own eyes."
"It is his mother's money, and they must
settle it between them I am glad Carl did
not take it. Really, this has been a very
unpleasant scene."
"I am sorry for my part in it. Carl is my
friend, and I feel that I ought to stand up for
his rights," remarked Gilbert.
"Certainly, certainly, that is right. But
you see how I am placed."
"I see that this is no place for Carl. If you
will allow me, I will send an expressman for
the trunk, and take it with me to the station."
"Yes, I see no objection. I--I would invite
you to dinner, but Mrs.
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