"I had heard the sentence--I was present.

I got leave to see him.

Ten years' penal servitude!--a terrible punishment.

He must have been released long ago--but I never heard more." Bryce reflected in silence for a moment--reckoning and calculating.
"When was this--the trial ?" he asked.
"It was five years after the marriage--seventeen years ago," replied Mr.
Gilwaters.
"And--what had he been doing ?" inquired Bryce.
"Stealing the bank's money," answered the old man.

"I forget what the technical offence was--embezzlement, or something of that sort.