He had taken service with the prisoner, in good faith and simplicity, four years ago.
He had asked the prisoner, aboard the Calais packet, if he wanted a handy fellow, and the prisoner had engaged him.
He had not asked the prisoner to take the handy fellow as an act of charity-never thought of such a thing.
He began to have suspicions of the prisoner, and to keep an eye upon him, soon afterwards.
In arranging his clothes, while travelling, he had seen similar lists to these in the prisoner's pockets, over and over again.
He had taken these lists from the drawer of the prisoner's desk.
He had not put them there first.
He had seen the prisoner show these identical lists to French gentlemen at Calais, and similar lists to French gentlemen, both at Calais and Boulogne.
He loved his country, and couldn't bear it, and had given information.
He had never been suspected of stealing a silver tea-pot; he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot, but it turned out to be only a plated one.