"You believe in me?" said he at last.
"I do," cried Harry, "and I always will! I know that you are innocent!"
"Thank you for that, sir!" said Jim. "I can go my way with a lighter heart."
"Where are you going?" asked Harry.
"I don't know, sir, and I don't think I care. Anywhere, so long as I can get away from this place where I am suspected and despised!"
"Have you any money?" asked Harry.
Jim shook his head.
"Here you are. Take this. It's all I have." And Harry thrust into his friend's hand a five-pound note.
Jim hesitated to take it; but in the end he did so, folding it carefully and putting it into his waistcoat pocket.
"God bless you, sir!" said he.