“Did ye ever remark any one else putting papers there?”
“Never, sir! none of the neighbors ever come through the garden.”
“And it was always at night, and in secret, he used to repair there?”
“Always at night”
“That'll do, Con; that 'll do, my son. You'll soon turn the tables on the old boy. You may go down to the kitchen and get your breakfast; be sure, however, that you don't leave the house to-day. Your father mustn't know where ye are till we're ready for him.”
“Is it a strong case, sir?” said I.
“A very strong case—never a flaw in it.”
“Is it more than a larceny, sir?” said I.
“It is better than that.”
“I'd rather it didn't go too far,” said I, for I was beginning to feel afraid of what I had done.