I wished to be the one to do the explaining as I knew he was not likely to take any such accusation calmly.
I found him in the stables, and putting my hand on his shoulder, marched him back toward the garden.
"Rad," I said, "Clancy has formed his conclusions as to how the bonds left the safe, and I want you to convince him that he is mistaken." "Well?
Let's hear his conclusions." "He thinks that you took them when you took the money." "You mean that I stole them ?" "That's what he thinks." "He does, does he?
Well he can prove it!" Radnor broke away from me and strode toward the summer house.

The detective received his onslaught placidly; his manner suggested that he was used to dealing with excitable young men.
"Sit down, Mr.Gaylord, and let's discuss this matter quietly.

If you listen to reason, I assure you it will go no further." "Do you mean to say that you accuse me of stealing those bonds ?" Radnor shouted.
Clancy held up a warning hand.
"Don't talk so loud; someone will hear you.

Sit down." He nodded toward a seat on the other side of the little rustic table.

"I will explain the matter as I see it, and if you can disprove any of my statements I shall be more than glad to have you." Radnor subsided and listened scowlingly while the detective outlined his theory in a perfectly non-personal way, and ended by producing the letter.
"Where did you get that ?" Rad demanded.
"Out of your coat pocket which I hooked over the transom of the door." He made the statement imperturbably; it was evidently a matter of everyday routine.
"So you enter gentlemen's houses as their guest and spend your time sneaking about reading their private correspondence ?" An angry gleam appeared in Clancy's eye and he rose to his feet.
"I did not come to your house as your guest.