One even hit Anderson stingingly upon the cheek.

He sprang to his feet and looked out.
Nothing was to be seen except the young clerk, standing, gaping and half frightened, yet with a lurking grin.

Anderson regarded him with amazement.

An idea that he had gone mad flashed through his mind.
"What did you do that for, Sam ?" he demanded.
"I didn't do it." "Who did ?" "That kid that was in here last night.

That Carroll boy.