"Then you are going to believe what that wretch says," gasped Mrs. Fishley, pointing to me.
The justice immediately organized his court for the examination of the new culprit, and Captain Fishley was called as the first witness.
"Does your son receive wages for his services?" asked the detective, who managed the case for the post-office.
"No, not exactly wages. I give him what money he wants."
"How much money do you give him?"
"As much as he wants," replied the witness, sourly.
"How much have you given him during the last two months?"
"I don't know."
"What do you think?"
"I don't know."