When he had finished his task, Mr. Melville took the two copies, and, first examining them himself, handed them, together with the original letter, to Justice Slocum.

“I have only to ask your honor,” he said, “to compare these three notes and decide for yourself whether the original was written by Herbert Carr or Mr. Eben Graham, the witness against him.”

Eben Graham looked very ill at ease, flushing and paling by turns while the examination was going on.

“I submit,” he said, “that this is a very extraordinary way of treating a witness.”

Justice Slocum, after a pause, said:  “I find that Mr. Eben Graham’s copy is unmistakably in the same handwriting as the original letter, purporting to be written by Herbert Carr.”

“It’s not so!” faltered Eben.

“Then,” said George Melville, triumphantly, “as it seems clear that my young client is the victim of a base conspiracy, engineered by the man who has brought this charge of dishonesty against him, I have only to ask that he be honorably discharged.”

“The request is granted,” said Justice Slocum.  “Herbert, you can go.  It is clear that you are innocent of the charge made against you.”

“I protest,” began Eben Graham.

“As for you, Mr. Graham,” said the justice, severely, “I have no words to express my scorn and detestation of your conduct in deliberately contriving a plot to ruin the reputation of an innocent boy, who has never done you any harm.  Should Herbert Carr desire it, he is at liberty to sue you for having him arrested on a false charge trumped up by yourself.”

Eben began to look frightened.

“I do not wish to punish Mr. Graham,” said Herbert.  “It is enough for me that my honesty has been vindicated.”

“Go, then,” said the justice to Eben.  “It is fortunate for you that this boy is so forbearing.”

Eben Graham slunk out of the justice’s office, looking meaner and more contemptible than ever, while Herbert was surrounded by his friends, who congratulated him upon the happy issue of the trial.

CHAPTER XIII.

Eben’s last hope Fails.

Ebenezer Graham had taken no stock in his son’s charge against Herbert.  He was not prejudiced in favor of Herbert, nor did he feel particularly friendly to him, but he was a man of shrewdness and common sense, and he knew that Herbert was not a fool.  When Eben made known to him the fact that the stamps and money were missing, he said keenly:  “What has become of ’em?”

“I don’t know,” answered Eben, “but I can guess well enough.”

“Guess, then,” said his father, shortly.

“You know Herbert Carr took my place last evening?”

“Well?”

“There’s no doubt that he took the stamps and money.”

“That isn’t very likely.”

“I feel sure of it—­so sure that I mean to charge him with it.”