Give him time to get rid of it, you know.
It would be cruel to find him out!' Mr Swiveller and Sampson Brass looked from Miss Sally to each other, in a state of bewilderment, and then, as by one impulse, caught up their hats and rushed out into the street--darting along in the middle of the road, and dashing aside all obstructions, as though they were running for their lives.
It happened that Kit had been running too, though not so fast, and having the start of them by some few minutes, was a good distance ahead.

As they were pretty certain of the road he must have taken, however, and kept on at a great pace, they came up with him, at the very moment when he had taken breath, and was breaking into a run again.
'Stop!' cried Sampson, laying his hand on one shoulder, while Mr Swiveller pounced upon the other.

'Not so fast sir.

You're in a hurry ?' 'Yes, I am,' said Kit, looking from one to the other in great surprise.
'I--I--can hardly believe it,' panted Sampson, 'but something of value is missing from the office.

I hope you don't know what.' 'Know what! good Heaven, Mr Brass!' cried Kit, trembling from head to foot; 'you don't suppose--' 'No, no,' rejoined Brass quickly, 'I don't suppose anything.