"They're a pretty unpopular bunch as it is."
"Of course he's innocent," contributed Stella, with
indignant eyes; "and when they prove it, what can he do
to the bank for taking him up? That's what I want to
know."
Her elders smiled indulgently. "A lot you know about it,
kiddie," said Oliver. It was the only remark he made
during the meal. Alec passed the butter assiduously, but
said nothing at all. Adolescence was inarticulate in
Elgin on occasions of ceremony.
"I hear they've piled up some big evidence," said Mr
Williams. "Young Ormiston's been fool enough to do some
race-betting lately. Minnie, I wish you'd get Mrs Murchison
to show you how to pickle pears. Of course," he added,
"they're keeping it up their sleeve."
"It's a hard place to keep evidence," said Lorne Murchison
at last with a smile which seemed to throw light on the
matter. They had all been waiting, more or less consciously,
for what Lorne would have to say.
"Lorne, you've got it!" divined his mother instantly.
"Got what, Mother?"
"The case! I've suspected it from the minute the subject
was mentioned! That case came in today!"
"And you sitting there like a bump on a log, and never
telling us!" exclaimed Stella, with reproach.
"Stella, you have a great deal too much to say," replied
her brother.
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