“Suppose that you can't prove that you are innocent, Herbert?” said Mrs. Carr, anxiously.
“It is for him to prove that I am guilty, mother,” answered Herbert, who knew this much of law.
At a quarter of two Constable Bruce and Mr. Melville walked to the house together.
The door was opened for them by Herbert himself.
“So you haven't taken leg bail, Herbert,” said the constable, jocosely.
“No, Mr. Bruce, I am on hand; I am in a hurry to meet Mr. Eben Graham and see whether he can look me in the face after his shameful behavior.”
“Oh, Mr. Bruce, I never thought you would call at my home on such an errand,” said Mrs. Carr, on the point of breaking down.
“Don't worry, Mrs. Carr,” said the constable; “anybody may be charged with theft, however innocent. Your son has good friends who won't see him treated with injustice.”
Herbert's mother was desirous of accompanying them to the office of the justice, but was persuaded to remain behind. Herbert knew that in her indignation she would not be able to be silent when she saw Eben Graham.
Justice Slocum was an elderly man, with a mild face and gray hair. When Herbert entered he greeted him in a friendly way.