"I apologize for my suspicions.

Now I maintain that you are innocent." "And I never believed you to be guilty," cried Hope heartily.
"Thank you both," said Random simply, and, having closed the door, he returned to a chair near the fire to smoke a pipe, and meditate over his future movements.

"An enemy hath done this," said Random, referring to the concealment of the manuscript, but he could think of no one who desired to harm him in any way..