“Yes, Mr. Redwood; cast your eye over this letter.”
James Redwood read the letter, and his face showed the agitation he felt.
“I don’t know anything about this, Mr. Goodnow,” he said at last.
“It ought to be inquired into.”
“I agree with you. If my nephew is guilty I want to know it.”
“We will wait till the writer of this letter calls. Do you remember him?”
“Yes, sir; he was discharged for intemperance.”
At twelve o’clock Philip Carton made his appearance, and asked to be conducted to Mr. Goodnow’s private office.
“You are the writer of this letter?” asked the merchant.
“Yes sir.”