"Excuse me for not offering you a chair. Take this rocker."
And he dragged up his favorite chair and offered it to his guardian with
a bow.
Mr. Ellis accepted it.
"You made some reference when I was in here--in here before," continued
the latter, "to a certain ten thousand dollars. Will you tell me what
you meant?"
It was Clyde's turn now to become nervous. He would have liked to have
escaped that, but he was in for it now.
"I--I didn't mean to say what I did," he pleaded.
"Yes, but you did say it, and I would like to have it explained."
And Mr. Ellis clutched the arm of his chair with his right hand, and
hung on to it, while he tried to push the chair into a gentle rock with
one of his feet.
Clyde looked his uncle straight in the eye. The latter avoided the
glance, and turned his attention to the floor.
"To be perfectly plain with you, uncle," said Clyde, "I must tell you
that you have never cared to enlighten us about the property you hold in
trust. But I know all about it now, and I have discovered that something
like ten thousand dollars is missing.
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