In the second place, unless he mentioned my name, why am I suspected more than any other officer?
And, even if he did mention my name, my word is surely as good as that of a Canadian prisoner.

It is probable that the man was released by one of the crew--some man, perhaps, who owed me a grudge--who told him to say that it was I who freed him, in hopes that some day this outrageous story might get about." "Your suggestions are plausible, Mr.Horton," the admiral said coldly.
"Unfortunately, it is not on the word of this Canadian that we have to depend.
"There, sir," he said, holding out the letter; "there is the chief witness against you.

Captain Peters instantly recognized your handwriting, as Mr.Middleton had done before him." Richard Horton stood gazing speechlessly at the letter.

So confounded was he, by the unexpected production of this fatal missive, that he was unable to utter a single word of explanation or excuse.
"Lay your sword on the table, sir," the admiral said, "and retire to your cabin, where you will remain, under close arrest, till a court martial can be assembled." Richard Horton unbuckled his sword and laid it on the table, and left the cabin without a word.
"It would have been better to send a guard with him," Captain Peters said; "he might jump overboard, or blow his brains out." "Quite so, Peters," the admiral said.

"The very thing that was in my mind, when I told him to retire to his cabin--the very best thing he could do, for himself and for the service.