I could name others connected with some of them--but I
wont, now."
When M'Mahon recollected the conversation which both Clinton and the
agent had held with him, with respect to violating the law, the truth
of Hycy's remark flashed upon him at once, and of course deepened his
indignation almost beyond endurance.
"They are two d--d scoundrels," pursued Hycy, "and I have reasons,
besides, for suspecting that it was their wish, if they could have done
it successfully, to have directed your suspicions against myself."
M'Mahon was, in fact, already convinced of this, and felt satisfied
that he saw through and understood the whole design against him, and was
perfectly aware of those who had brought him to ruin.
"By the way," said Hycy, "let me not forget that I have been looking for
you this hour or two; here is a letter I got for you in! the
post-office this morning. It has Vanston's frank, and I think is in his
handwriting."
M'Mahon's face, on perusing the letter, beamed with animation and
delight. "Here, Hycy," said he, "read that; I'm safe yet, thank God, and
not a ruined man, as the villains thought to make me."
"By my soul and honor, Bryan," exclaimed the other, "that is noble on
the part of Vanston, especially towards an individual from whom, as
well as from his whole family, he has ever experienced the strongest
opposition.
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