that when the case came before a judge—if it did—that Anthony was safe, although the evidence against him in some directions was very strong.
"Who else," argued the prosecution, "could have done it? It is evident that the deceased had only the one visitor that night, and with him a quarrel was admitted." Motive also was adduced, and in the end my young friend was committed for trial. I obtained permission to see him on two occasions while he was in prison, but could get practically no information from him.
"You know, Archie, that I didn't do it," he said sadly. He seemed miserably depressed, and no wonder! "And I know nothing about it, but I can see that there is a lot of evidence against me. We did have a row that night. I asked him to give me a decent income—told him that he ought to do so, and he rounded on me, saying that I was a lazy young devil, that he wouldn't encourage me, but that if I would show any inclination to do work of some kind or another that he would then help me. I got angry, and my mother's name cropped up—that started the fuss. He said she was a designing woman and hated him, and I stood up for her, and after—well, you've
