We procured some water and bathed my uncle's face, and Mr. Canning poured some wine that was in the desk down his throat.
"Is this report true?" he asked as we were doing what we could for the unfortunate man.
"Yes, sir, it is."
The junior partner shook his head.
"I have suspected Mr. Stillwell for some time," he said slowly. "I was not in the firm a week before I was sorry I had invested my money with them."
"Do you think I am guilty?"
"Hardly, Foster; but Mr. Stillwell seemed so positive."
"I don't think the money was ever put in the safe, sir," I went on.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because Mr. Stillwell was not acting rightly about my late father's estate, and as I was beginning to suspect him he wished to get me out of the way."
"Ah, I see! I am afraid he has got himself in a bad fix."
"I am afraid so too, but it is not my fault, Mr. Canning."
A moment later Gus returned with a doctor. The physician shook his head when he beheld my uncle.
