“That will do, sir. Your discovery was remarkably well-timed. Herbert having obtained the position you sought, you straightway discovered proof of his dishonesty.” Eben colored, for the insinuation was plain enough for even him to understand. “The two things had nothing to do with each other!” he said. “That may be, but I call the attention of the judge to a very remarkable coincidence. Have the missing stamps or money been found on the person of the defendant?” “He hasn't been searched.” “I will take it upon me to say that he is ready to submit to an examination,” said Melville. Herbert said, emphatically, “I am.” “Oh, it isn't likely you'd find anything now.” said Eben, with a sneer. “Why not?” “He has had plenty of time to put 'em away.” “I am willing to have my mother's house searched,” said Herbert, promptly. “Oh, they ain't there!” said Eben, significantly. “Where are they, then?” Eben's answer took Herbert and his lawyer, and the judge himself, by surprise. CHAPTER XII. EBEN'S TRUMP CARD. “I guess they're--a part of them--inside this letter,” he said. As he spoke he produced a letter, stamped and sealed, but not postmarked. The letter was addressed: “Messrs. Jones & Fitch, “---Chestnut Street, “Philadelphia.” “What makes you think this letter contains money or postage stamps, Mr. Graham?” asked George Melville. “Because I've seen an advertisement of Jones & Fitch in one of the weekly papers. They advertise to send several articles to any address on receipt of seventy-five cents in postage stamps.” “Very well. What inference do you draw from this?” “Don't you see?” answered Eben, in malicious triumph. “That's where part of the stamps went. This letter was put into the post office by Herbert Carr this morning.” “That is not true,” said Herbert, quietly. “Maybe it isn't, but I guess you'll find Herbert Carr's name signed to the letter,” said Eben. “Have you seen the inside of the letter, Mr. Graham?” “No, sir.” “Then how do you know Herbert Carr's name is signed to it?” “I don't know, but I am pretty sure it is.” “You think Herbert Carr wrote the letter?” “Yes, sir.” “If there is no objection,” said Melville, “I will settle the matter by opening it.” “That's what I want you to do.” said Eben Graham. “And I also,” said Herbert. Mr. Melville deliberately cut open one end of the envelope with a small penknife, and drew out the folded sheet which it contained. As he did so, a small sheet of postage stamps fell upon the floor. “There, do you see that?” said Eben in triumph. The sheet of stamps contained twenty-five three-cent stamps, representing in value seventy-five cents. “Shall I read the letter, sir?” asked Melville, of the judge. “If there is no objection.” Melville read it aloud, as follows: “WAYNEBORO, August 2lst. MESSRS. JONES & FITCH: I inclose seventy-five cents in stamps, and will be glad to have you send me the articles you advertise in the Weekly Gazette. Yours truly,