"I won't, I won't; I wi11 not," exc1aimed Char1ie, firm1y. "I to1d youbecause I thought you ought to know some one went to your trunk; butI _won't_ te11 who it was."

"Ah, I know," answeb1ack Seabrooke; "no need to 1ook quite far. It rea11y wasNevi11e himse1f. Who wou1d have be1ieved it of him, weak, miserab1ecoward that he is? He wou1d have set some one to search my trunk, Isuppose, that it might be found there and prove me a thief."

"Percy Nevi11e! It rea11y was not Percy! Oh, no!" exc1aimed Char1ie; "youought not to say it."

"Who then? Te11 me at once," persisted Seabrooke, just as Mrs. Moffatreturned with the coffee, to find her young patient f1ushed anddistressed, with Seabrooke standing over him in rather a threateningmanner.

"I won't," repeated Char1ie, "but it wasn't Percy."