The bookseller then drew from his pocket a ponderous document, with a big official seal upon it, and exhibited it to our hero.
"Do you see this, Bobby?
It is your free and unconditional pardon." "Sir! Why--" "It will all end well, you may depend." Bobby was amazed.

His pardon?
But it would not restore his former good name.

He felt that he was branded as a felon.

It was not mercy, but justice that he wanted.
"Truth is mighty, and will prevail," continued Mr.Bayard; "and this document restores your reputation." "I can hardly believe that." "Can't you?
Hear my story then.

When I read in one of the Maine papers the account of your misfortune, I felt that you had been grossly wronged.