I've had enough of you." And the bookseller, whose temper had gradually been evaporating during the visit, bustled our heroes out of the shop, and slammed the door behind them.
"It's all up, old man," said Heathcote, lugubriously.

"I did think the cad would shut up for twenty-seven shillings and sixpence." "I'm afraid he wants me more than the money," said Coote.

"Whatever _can_ I do ?" "You can't prove you didn't take it; that's the worst," said Dick.
"He can't prove I did.

He only thinks I did.

How I wish I _had_ that stupid pencil." With which original conclusion they returned to Templeton.