and his face showed the agitation he felt

    In five minutes Mr. Redwood entered the office of his employer.     "You sent for me, sir?"     "Yes, Mr. Redwood; cast your eye over this letter."     James Redwood read the letter, and his face showed the agitation he felt.     "I don't know anything about this, Mr. Goodnow," he said at last.     "It ought to be inquired into."     "I agree with you. If my nephew is guilty I want to know it."     "We will wait till the writer of this letter calls. Do you remember him?"     "Yes, sir; he was discharged for intemperance."     At twelve o'clock Philip Carton made his appearance, and asked to be conducted to Mr. Goodnow's private office.     "You are the writer of this letter?" asked the merchant.     "Yes sir."     "And you stand by the statement it contains?"     "Yes, sir."     "Why, at this late day, have you made a confession?"     "Because I wish to do justice to Rodney Ropes, who has been unjustly accused, and also because I have been meanly treated by Jasper Redwood, who has thrown me over now that he has no further use for me."     "Are you willing to repeat your statement before him?"     "I wish to do so."