"Oh, how could they look at him and believe it!" cried Bobbie; "and how could any one do such a thing!"
"Some one did it," said Mother, "and all the evidence was against Father. Those letters—"
"Yes. How did the letters get into his desk?"
"Some one put them there. And the person who put them there was the person who was really guilty."
"He must be feeling pretty awful all this time," said Bobbie, thoughtfully.
"I don't believe he had any feelings," Mother said hotly; "he couldn't have done a thing like that if he had."
"Perhaps he just shoved the letters into the desk to hide them when he thought he was going to be found out. Why don't you tell the lawyers, or some one, that it must have been that person? There wasn't any one that would have hurt Father on purpose, was there?"
"I don't know—I don't know. The man under him who got Daddy's place when he—when the awful thing happened—he was always jealous of your Father because Daddy was so clever and every one thought such a lot of him. And Daddy never quite trusted that man."
