'The old man continued, in a deprecating tone: "You know, your reverence, that money is no object to me. I have neither wife, nor child, and my wants are liberally supplied by you. I shall have to leave _you_ the money saved in your service, for the want of an heir; and I generally give half my wages to the poor through that very box, being more anxious to lay up for myself treasures in heaven than upon earth." '"Yes, yes, I know all this, my good Ralph," cried the Doctor impatiently; "your character is above suspicion. I want you to give me some clue by which the real culprit could be brought to justice." 'The old man cast a hasty glance at his master, as if he could do so if he pleased, but remained silent. 'The look did not escape Doctor Leatrim's keen eye. "Speak, Ralph! Speak out like a man. I feel certain that you know something about it." '"And suppose I do,"--he came a step nearer to his master, and spoke in low, mysterious tones,--"that something had better remain unsaid. You are a rich man; twenty or thirty pounds are nothing to you. You gave twice that sum last week to get Hall out of jail; replace the money, and depend upon my word that the felony will never be repeated." '"And let the culprit escape without the punishment due to his crime-- and such a crime! Would that be just, old man?" '"It would be merciful," returned Ralph, drily. "A knowledge of the truth would do no good; it would only make your reverence unhappy." '"I must not consult my own feelings on the subject," said the Rector, greatly excited. "No; though the felon were my son, who is dearer to me than my own life, and I could effectually conceal his guilt, he should pay the penalty due to his crime." 'The old man shuddered and drew back a few paces. "Your reverence has made a pretty shrewd guess. It was Master George!" '"George? my George?" The Doctor sank into his study chair. He grasped at the arms convulsively. His broad chest heaved and panted, his breath came in hoarse gasps. He was too much stunned to speak. Ralph poured out a glass of water, and held it to his white and rigid lips. '"'Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.' The Lord help and comfort you, my dear master, under this heavy affliction. We are all liable to temptation. Try and forgive your son." '"My son! Never call him my son again. I disown him--cast him off for ever. George, George, this will kill me! I loved and trusted you so much--would have given my life to save yours any day--and you have disgraced my name and calling, and broken my heart.--But are you sure, old man?" he cried, clutching Ralph by the shoulder; "sure that my George did this horrible thing?" '"For God's sake, sir, moderate your anger. Master George is very young; he may never do the like again."