I believe he would rather have lost the six thousand dollars, greatly as he might have felt the loss, than to have imagined that Gus was the guilty party.
"My son a thief!" he repeated hotly. "How dare you?"
"Gus was the only one in the office besides myself," I replied.
"And that is the reason you lay the crime at his door? I don't believe a word you say."
I did not expect that he would. Gus was a favored son, while I was but an orphan with no one to stand up for me.
"Are you going to tell me what you have done with the money and the papers?" he demanded.
"How can I when I don't know anything of them?"
"You do know."
"I don't."
I hardly had the words out when my uncle grasped me roughly by the coat collar.
"I'll teach you a lesson, you young rascal!"
"Let go of me, Uncle Felix!" I cried. "Let go, or I'll – I'll – "
"What will you do?" he sneered.
"Never mind; only you may be sorry if you don't."
His only reply was to tighten his hand upon my collar in such a way that I was in immediate danger of being strangled.
"I'll choke you to death, if you don't tell!" he cried. "Speak up instantly."
"I don't know."
His hand tightened.
"Will you tell?"
I did not reply. I saw that he meant what he said, and I was busy trying to think how to defend myself.
When Mr. Stillwell had caught me I had backed up against the desk. Near me lay a heavy ruler, used by Mr. Grinder in preparing designs for patents. I picked up the ruler, and before my assailant was aware struck him a violent blow upon the wrist.
The brass edge of the weapon I had used made a slight cut upon my uncle's arm, and with a cry more of alarm than pain he dropped his hold of me and turned his attention to the injury.
Seeing this I quickly placed a large office chair near the door, and got behind it, in such a manner that I could escape at an instant's warning.
"You young villain! Do you mean to add murder to your other crimes?" he howled, as he proceeded to bind his handkerchief around his wrist.
"I mean to fight my own battles," I replied. "I won't let you or any other man choke me to death."
"You shall suffer for all you have done!"
"I'm willing to take the consequences," I replied, as coolly as I could.
He continued to glare at me, but for a moment made no movement, probably because he knew not what to do next. I watched him very much as a mouse may watch a cat.
"Come, Luke, you can't keep this up any longer. Hand over that money and the papers."
"Let me tell you for the last time, Mr. Stillwell, that I know nothing of either," said I. "If any one has them that person is your son."
"Don't tell me such a yarn!"
"I believe it's the truth. If not, why did Gus steal into the office and out again in such a hurry this morning?"
"I don't believe he was here. I left him in his room at home."
"Are you sure he was in his room?"
"Yes, for I called him, and he answered back."
"Nevertheless he was here, and maybe I can prove it."
My uncle bit his lip. He did not relish my last remark.
"And even if he was here he did not know the combination of the safe."
"Neither did I."
"But you could have found it out. You had plenty of chances."
"No more chances than Gus had."
"Pooh! Don't tell me that!"
"It's the truth."
"My son is not on a level with you."
"I always considered myself as good as he is," I returned warmly.
"My son is not a thief."
"Neither am I, Uncle Felix; and what is more, I won't let you or any other man say so," I declared.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked curiously.
"I won't stand it, that's all."
"Do you know that I intend to have you arrested if you don't return what you have stolen?"
"If you have me arrested I will do all I can to defend myself," was my answer. "If I am brought before the judge perhaps I will have one or two things to say that you will not relish."
"What do you mean?"
"There will be time enough to speak when I am brought into court."
"You think you are smart, Luke, but you are nothing but a fool. What can you say against me?"
"A good many things that you don't dream of. You are not treating me rightly, and you know it. You don't give me decent clothing to wear, and I have to work harder than any one in the office. I am sure my father never intended such a future for his son."
"I don't care what you father intended!" he snarled.
"But I do, and what is more, I intend, sooner or later, to try to have matters mended. My father always told me he wished me to keep on going to school and then to enter Princeton."
"Never mind, I am your guardian now, and I know what is best for you."
"How much money did my father leave me?" I asked, with considerable curiosity.
"None of your business."
"Oh, but it is my business."
"It is not your business, and I want you to shut up!" he cried, in a rage. "He left little enough."
"Little enough," I cried. "My father was rich."
"He was at one time; but he lost the most of his fortune in stocks just before he died. You have hardly enough to keep you until you are twenty-one."
I must confess that my uncle's remarks were quite a shock to me. I had always supposed that I would some day be wealthy. I gave the matter a moment's thought, and then came to the conclusion that Mr. Stillwell was not telling the truth.
"How much money did my father leave?" I repeated. "I am entitled to know."
"You will know when I get ready to tell you, not before."
"Perhaps you are mistaken," said I. "And another thing, Uncle Felix, how is it that you were appointed my guardian?"
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