was so much in with that whole job, Touchtone, that if it hadn't been that the man who turned State's evidence was really a sworn friend to me I'd have had to stand out with the rest and suffer. Sixmith gave them the times and hours, and so on; it was all arranged. I did some work at imitating your father's handwriting as to a letter or two we needed. Sixmith insisted on the plan. He was to be paid besides, as you know—"
"You forged my father's hand, to help to ruin him," interrupted Philip, in loathing and anguish.
"I did, certainly," replied Jennison, calmly. "I am sorry. I didn't expect to be, I confess; but I am. Well, the bank was broken into, in such a way, as you know, that your father was considered to have a hand in it, even if the bank officers could not bring on him what they thought full justice; and that would have been harder injustice than he had to endure for the rest of his life. He escaped that. Sixmith was disappointed. But he had become rather afraid, after all, of what we had undertaken to help him with. We partly knew, partly suspected, that revenge was near-
