The knife wasn't in my pocket

The knife wasn't in my pocketSilas was trembling at thislinear actuatorstrange question．IHydraulic pumpdon't re－member，’he answered．

‘Silas，Silas，you must confess！’cried the minister．‘Tell us the truth！This knife，your knife，was found at the dead man's bedside，and the bag of church money，which I saw there myself only yesterday，has gone！

Silas did not speak for a moment．Then he said，‘God knows I did not steal the money．Search my room－you won't find the money．I'm not a thief．’

‘You were the only one in our dead friend's house last night，when the money was stolen，'said Mr Paston．‘Hydraulic pumpWilliam tells us he was suddenly ill，which prevented him from coming to take your place．We will search your room．

And when they went to Silas's room，Willia m fond the missing bag，now empty，under Silas's bed．

‘Silas，my friend，’cried William，‘confess your crime to us now！Send the devil away from your soul！’

Silas turned to the man he had always trusted．‘William，in the nine years since we've been friends，haveHydraulic pumpI ever told you a lie？But God will prove the truth．’

As he looked at William，he suddenlylinear actuatorremembered something，and reddened．He said in a trembling voice，‘The knife wasn't in my pocket last night！’