I confess that it must have looked very bad for me; but I could not expose Squire Fishley, and my lips were sealed.
"How much did there appear to be, Ham?" continued Captain Fishley; and I must do him the justice to say that he now appeared to be only anxious to elicit the truth.
"I don't know. I thought there were five or six bills. It was a good deal of money for him to have, anyhow. I didn't think much about it till since we found this letter was lost."
"Didn't you, Ham Fishley?" said I, looking him right in the eye. "You know very well that I didn't take that letter."
"I know it!" repeated he, trying to bluster; but I saw that it was hard work.
"Yes, you know it, if your father don't."
"I don't see who could have taken it, if he didn't," added Ham, turning to his father.
"Don't you, Ham?" I shouted, in my excitement.
"Of course he took it," said the postmaster. "He isn't willing to tell where he got that money, which he don't deny having."
"I can't tell where I got it, without injuring some one else; but I most solemnly declare that I did not steal it, nor take the letter."