Only for a moment was I even perturbed.

It was when I was giving Mr.Wheeler his last instructions.

Pointing to my book-shelves, I said: "Now, Joe, remember that if Mrs.Foote has any need, or if there should ever be a hitch with the paper, you are to sell my books--all of them if necessary." A great sob shook my friend from head to foot.

The bitter truth seemed to strike him with startling force.

Imprisonment, and all it involved, was no longer a dim possibility: it was a grim reality that might have to be faced to-morrow.