I haven't got it."

"I know better."

"What, Aunt Amanda, are you going back on me, too?" cried Ferris, in a
pretended reproachful tone.

"I tried to believe all along against my better judgment that you were
innocent," said the landlady. "But I can't believe it any longer, and
when you try to throw the blame on somebody who is innocent, I've got to
speak my mind." Mrs. Ricket's voice began to grow stern. "Give up the
money, and ask Mr. Saunders to forgive you before he sends for a
policeman and has you arrested."

This was a long speech for Mrs. Ricket, and she almost gasped for breath
after she had finished.

Dick Ferris' face grew black as he listened to the words.

"You're a nice aunt to me!" he stormed. "Just wait till I tell dad about
it when he comes home next time."

But now Saunders had the fellow by the collar.

"Which is it, the money or the station-house?" he asked, shortly.

Dick Ferris looked into the determined black eyes, and then his courage
oozed away.

"Will you promise not to do anything, if I give you fourteen dollars?"
he asked.

"Yes."

"Then here you are." He brought forth his pocket-book, and took out a
roll of bills. "I didn't take your money, but it's no fun to be hauled
up."

"Why, Dick, where did you get so much money?" cried Mrs. Ricket, in
amazement.

"I earned it," replied the fellow, coolly. "Here you are, Saunders. Now,
unlock the door and let me out."

Saunders took the fourteen dollars, counted them over, and then did as
requested. Without another word Ferris hurried out and down the stairs.

"I hope you are satisfied," said Hal, to the dry-goods clerk.

"I am sorry I suspected you," returned Saunders. "What a mean dog Ferris
is."

"He is down on me because I am filling the position he was discharged
from," explained Hal.

"Unless he takes a turn for the better I shall tell him to leave the
house," cried Mrs. Ricket, trying to dry away her tears. "Ever since he
came, two years ago, he has been a torment to me. I only keep him for my
poor dead sister's sake."

"How about this stuff?" questioned Saunders, pointing to the inkstands
and the boxes of pens.

"I shall return them to Sumner, Allen & Co."

"Queer how that boy got hold of those things," said Mrs. Ricket.

Hal pretended not to hear the remark, and a moment later Saunders and
the landlady left the room.

"So that was the plot against me," muttered Hal, as he fixed up to go to
supper. "I wonder wh