“It’s a hard blow for Toby,” added the constable, with a sign.
“It is merely a part of the conspiracy against him,” asserted Phoebe indignantly.
“I know. But they can prove their charge, having now evidence enough to satisfy a jury, and Toby can’t disprove anything. This thing spells ruin to the boy, to my notion,” said the constable.
He left them at the bank and Phoebe again entered the office with Mr. Spaythe.
“Will you let me take that anonymous letter, sir?” she asked.
“If you like,” said he; “but the writing is purposely disguised.”
“I know; but I’d like to study it, just the same.”
The banker handed her the letter. Then he said:
“Wait a moment and I’ll get you the other.”
He unlocked a drawer of his desk and found it, holding the two together a moment for comparison.