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Updated: June 29, 2025
"If it was you or me, I fancy we'd fetch our own hansoms, eh! Never mind, we've neither of us got uncles." "Haven't we?" said I, laughing. "I have." "Ah so have I, for the matter of that. Three all as poor as church mice too. I mean we've not got uncles in the firm. But what puzzles me is, what is to become of the petty-cash?
Third, the wild madness of attempting to utilize them in order to replace the stolen petty cash, for by no ingenuity could the presence of a hoard of over seventy pounds in the petty-cash box have been explained. He had perfectly grasped all that; and yet, the notes having vanished, he felt forlorn, alone, as one who has lost his best friend a prop and firm succour in a universe of quicksands.
And the next instant, ere he could collect and reorganize his forces, he was paralysed by the footfall of Horrocleave, limping, and the bang of a door. And Louis thought "He's in the outer office. He's only got to take his mackintosh off, and then I shall see his head coming through this door, and perhaps he'll ask me for the petty-cash book right off."
He might, perhaps, have inclined more effectually towards confession had not the petty-cash book appeared to him in the morning light as an admirably convincing piece of work. It had the most innocent air, and was markedly superior to his recollection of it. On many pages he himself could scarcely detect his own traces.
Louis could not decide which; or rather, from five o'clock to seven he had come to alternating decisions every five minutes. It was just about at the time when Louis ought to have been removing his paper cuff-shields in order to start for Mrs. Maldon's that he discovered the full extent of his debt to the petty-cash box.
And then he began a series of acts on the petty-cash book. The office clock indicated twenty past six. He knew that time was short, but he had a natural gift for the invention and execution of these acts, and he calculated that under half an hour would suffice for them.
He had fainted. The thought passed through Louis' mind that stupefaction at the complex unrighteousness of the petty-cash records had caused Horrocleave to lose consciousness. Then the true explanation occurred to him. It was the pain in his ankle that had overcome the heroic sufferer. Louis had desired to go to his aid, but he could not budge from his post.
"And no one came to see you here?" "No." "Your friend Masham did not?" Hawkesbury, much offended to be thus catechised, made no reply. Mr Barnacle coolly repeated the question. "No he did not!" "What were you doing all the time?" "I was working." "Yes, what particular work were you engaged in?" "I told you I was balancing the petty-cash." "Did you finish it?" "Nearly."
Whereat I rejoiced exceedingly, and, locking-up my desk, thought the keeping of the petty-cash was ridiculously simple work. That evening when I reached the lodgings I found Jack had arrived before me. I was eager to hear of his success or otherwise at the examination, and he was prepared to gratify my curiosity. He had got on well, he thought.
"Why should I go to America?" "Ask me another. Then ye confess?" "I don't," said Louis. "Oh! Ye don't!" Horrocleave sat down and put his hands on his outstretched knees. "There may be mistakes in the petty-cash book. I don't say there aren't. Any one who keeps a petty-cash book stands to lose. If he's too busy at the moment to enter up a payment, he may forget it and there you are!
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