"Mr. Obed Chute at first was civil enough, after his rough way; but, as I spoke, he looked at me earnestly, eying me from head to foot with sharp scrutiny. He did not seem to believe my story.
"'Well,' said he, when I had ended, 'is that all?'
"'Yes,' said I.
"'So you want to find out about Lady Chetwynde, and the forgery, and Redfield Lyttoun?'
"'Yes.'
"'And General Pomeroy told you to apply to me?'
"'Yes. On his dying bed,' said I, solemnly, 'his last words were: "Go to Obed Chute, and tell him to explain all."'
"'To explain all!' repeated Obed Chute.
"'Yes,' said I. '"The confession," said the General, "can not be made by me. He must make it."'
"'The confession!' he repeated.