A STRONG TEMPTATION Now it will be said, and I also knew, that there was nothing as yet, except most frail and feeble evidence, to connect that nameless stranger with the crime charged upon my father.

Indeed, it might be argued well that there was no evidence at all, only inference and suspicion.

That, however, was no fault of mine; and I felt as sure about it as if I had seen him in the very act.

And this conclusion was not mine alone; for Mrs.Busk, a most clever woman, and the one who kept the post-office, entirely agreed with me that there could be no doubt on earth about it.
But when she went on to ask me what it was my intention to do next, for the moment I could do nothing more than inquire what her opinion was.
And she told me that she must have a good night's rest before advising any thing.

For the thought of having such a heinous character in her own delivery district was enough to unhinge her from her postal duties, some of which might be useful to me.
With a significant glance she left me to my own thoughts, which were sad enough, and too sad to be worth recording.