"
"Sir," said Jenkins, raising his wan face, its hectic deepening, find
his eye lighting, while his voice sunk to a whisper, so deep as to
savour of solemnity, "that time will come! He never did it, and he will
as surely be cleared, as that I am now saying it! Sir, I have thought
much about this accusation; it has troubled me in sleep; but I know
that God will bring the right to light for those who trust in Him. If
any one ever trusted in God, it is Mr. Arthur Channing. I lie and think
of all this, sir. I seem to be so near God, now," Jenkins went on
dreamily, "that I know the right must come to light; that it will come
in God's own good time. And I believe I shall live to see it!"
"You have certainly firm faith in his innocence, Jenkins. How then do
you account for his very suspicious manner?"
"It does not weigh with me, sir. I could as soon believe a good
wholesome apple-tree would bring forth poison, as that Mr. Arthur would
be guilty of a deliberately bad action. Sometimes I have thought, sir,
when puzzling over it, that he may be screening another. There's no
telling how it was. I hear, sir, that the money has been returned to
you."
"Yes. Was it he who told you?"
"It was Mr. Roland Yorke who told me, sir. Mr. Roland is another, sir,
who has had firm faith in his innocence from the first."
"Much his faith goes for!" ejaculated Mr. Galloway, as he came back
from his private room with a letter, which he handed to Jenkins, who
was skilled in caligraphy.
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