"I sincerely trust not," replied the junior partner. "Let us raise him up, and some one go for a doctor."
We made him as comfortable as possible and opened all the doors and windows. Then while Gus hurried off for a physician, Mr. Canning applied his ear to the unconscious man's breast.
"His heart still beats," he exclaimed. "I trust he gets over it."
We procured some water and bathed my uncle's face, and Mr. Canning poured some wine that was in the desk down his throat.
"Is this report true?" he asked as we were doing what we could for the unfortunate man.
"Yes, sir, it is."
The junior partner shook his head.
"I have suspected Mr. Stillwell for some time," he said slowly. "I was not in the firm a week before I was sorry I had invested my money with them."
"Do you think I am guilty?"
"Hardly, Foster; but Mr. Stillwell seemed so positive."