For I saw it all now.
That old villain (pardon my warmth) had stolen my forged cable, and, if need arose, meant to produce it as his own justification.

I had been done, done brown--and Jones' idiocy had made the task easy.

I had no evidence but my word that the President knew the message was fabricated.

Up till now I had thought that if I stood convicted I should have the honor of his Excellency's support in the dock.

But now! why now, I might prove myself a thief, but I couldn't prove him one.