"That'll do, now, Haight.

Since Scammon volunteered to give the money back, and said he didn't know it had been stolen, you can turn him loose." The detective and Tip had no more than gone when Lawyer Ripley, his face flushed with shame, wheeled about on his son.
"So you see, Fred, what your word of honor the word of a Ripley---is sometimes worth.

You have been robbing me steadily.

How much you have taken I do not know as I have not always counted or recorded money that I put in the safe." Fred's face had now taken on a defiant look.

He saw that his father did not intend to be harsh, so the boy determined to brave it out.
"Haven't you anything to say ?" asked the lawyer, after a brief silence.
"No," retorted Fred, sulkily.