"I can prove it."
"Very good. It may never be necessary, but if the worst comes, you may
be called on. I suppose you're not in the best of circumstances, Mrs.
Scarlet?"
The Professor drew forth his wallet. "I shall suffer, now that my boy
is gone."
"Don't fear that, madam," returned Darlington Ruggles, as he laid a
bank note for a large amount in her hand. Providence and your friends
will take care of you. You have rendered me more than one good
service, and I may call on you for more, soon, much sooner than you
imagine."
"Anything I can do, Professor, will be gladly performed;" was the
woman's answer, as she clutched the bank note eagerly, and thrust it
from sight.
Then Professor Ruggles turned to the door. Here he paused and faced
the woman once more.
"Madge, what charge was your nephew arrested under?"
"An old one."
"That is not an answer," and the man frowned.
"The charge is for uttering counterfeit coin. I believe the boy was
innocent, but there was money on the other side, and Martin was sent
up for ten years; my husband for fifteen. My man died of a broken
heart, being innocent, and Martin served five years and then escaped."
"I understand. I don't think the boy will ever serve out his time.
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