This
apparent suspicion would have been nothing to my mind, knowing Arthur
as I do, had it not been coupled with a suspicious manner."
"There it is," assented Mr. Galloway, warmly. "It is that manner which
leaves no room for doubt. I had him with me privately when the
examination was over, and begged him to tell me, as before God:
innocent or guilty. He could not. He stood like a statue, confused, his
eyes down, and his colour varying. He is badly constituted for the
commission of crime, for he cannot brave it out. One, knowing himself
wrongfully accused, would lay his hand upon his heart, with an upright
countenance, and say, I am innocent of this, so help me Heaven! I must
confess I did not like his manner yesterday, when he heard me say I
should place it in the hands of the police," continued Mr. Galloway.
"He grew suddenly agitated, and begged I would not do so."
"Ay!" cried Mr. Channing, with a groan of pain he could not wholly
suppress. "It is an incredible mystery. What could he want with the
money? The tale told about his having debts has no foundation in fact;
he has positively none."
Mr. Galloway shook his head; he would not speak out his thoughts. He
knew that Hamish was in debt; he knew that Master Roland Yorke indulged
in expensive habits whenever he had the opportunity, and he now thought
it likely that Arthur, between the two examples, might have been drawn
in. "I shall not allow my doubts of him to go further than you," he
said aloud.
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