"If I should use the name of Hartley in connection with what I have to say, would you be so very much surprised?"
With a quick semblance of emotion, I drew back.
"You think—" I tremulously commenced, and as suddenly broke off.
"That it was he who did it, and that you, knowing how your father loved him and built his hopes upon him, bore the blame of it yourself."
"Ha!" I exclaimed, with a deep breath as of relief. The suspicions of Uncle Joe were worth hearing.
He seemed to be satisfied with the ejaculation, and with an increase of eagerness in his tone, went quickly on:
"Am I not right, my boy? Is not this the secret of your whole conduct from that dreadful day to this?"
"Don't ask me," I again pleaded, taking care, however, to draw a step nearer and exclaim in almost the same breath: "Why should you think it must necessarily have been one of us? What did you know that you should be so posi-
