I will
aid you all I can, but we must go right over to the Kimballs',
explain everything, and set matters right."
"What!" exclaimed the youth in an anxious whisper. "You mean
confess?"
"Yes, that's just it."
"But--but--er--I--"
"I've promised to help you,", she said slowly. They were talking
outside now, for the clerk had come back and was behind the
showcase. "You must come, Sid, and tell everything. I will do my
part. Besides, there is really nothing to confess, you know. You
really didn't steal the money, but you must tell them--tell Ed, Cora
and all--what you did with it--and about the empty wallet."
"Oh, Ida, I never could do that!"
Sid's bravery--his gay, sneering, bold manner--were all gone. He was
a craven--weak. "You'll have to tell them," he added. "I'm
going--going away."
"That's just like you!" exclaimed Ida. "Leave me to shoulder all
the shame. No, Sid Wilcox! I've risked enough for you! I'm done! If
you don't go to the Kimballs' this very afternoon and tell
everything, I shall go to the police and relate to them all that I
know about the missing money, the bonds and the wallet. The
detectives will be glad enough to get the reward."
Sid was really afraid now.
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