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hand, turned it round, and appeared quite taken aback. He then looked at the brass rim where the name had been erased, and perceived where it had been filed away.
"Mr. Saunders," said he, at last, "if not taking a liberty, may I ask where you procured this spy-glass?"
“Yes, Sir James, it was given me by a person who has been very kind to me ever since I was a boy."
“ Mr. Saunders, I beg your pardon—I do not ask this question out of mere curiosity-I have seen this glass before; it once belonged to a very dear friend of mine. Can you give me any further information? You said it was given you by
“A very amiable woman, Sir James.”
She never did, sir." “Mr. Saunders, oblige me by sitting down; and if you can give me any information on this point, you will confer on me a very great favour. Can you tell me what sort of a person this lady is—where she lives—and what countrywoman she is ?"
“Yes, Sir James; I will first state that she is Irisli, and that she lives at present at Greenwich.” I theu described her person.
“ This is strange, very strange,” said Sir James, with his hand up to his forehead as he lcant his elbow' on the table.
After a pause, “Mr. Saunders, will you answer mo one question candidly? I feel I am not speaking to
mere Thames pilot—I do not wish to compliment, and if I did not feel as I state, I should not put theso questions. Do you not know more about this person than you appear willing to divulge? There is some thing in your manner which tells me so."
" That I know more than I have divulged is true, Sir James, but that I know more than I am willing to divulge, is not the case, provided I find that the party who asks the question is sufficiently interested to warrant my so doing."
“ There can be no one more interested than I am," replied Sir James, mournfully. “You tell me she is Irish-you describe a person such as I expected would be described, and my curiosity is naturally excited. May I ask what is her name ?"
“The name that she goes by at present is St. Felix."
« She had distant relations of that name; it may be one of them yet how could they have obtained--? Yes, they might, sure enough!"
“ That is not her real name, Sir James.”
" Not her real name! Do you then know what is her real name?”
“I believe I do, but I obtained it, without her knowledge, from another party, who is since dead."
I ask that name?" “A man who died in the Hospital, who went by the name of Spicer, but whose real name was Walter James; he saw the glass in my hand, recognised it, and on his death-bed revealed all connected with it; but he never knew that the party was still alive when he did so."
“If Walter James confessed all to you on his deathbed, Mr. Saunders, it is certain that you can answer me one question. Was not her real name Fitzgerald?"
“It was, Sir James, as I have understood.”
Sir James O'Connor fell back in his chair, and was silent for some time. He then poured out a tumbler of wine, and drank it off.
“Mr. Saunders, do others know of this as well as
“I have never told any one, except to one old and dearest friend, in case of accident to myself. Mrs. St. Felix is ignorant of my knowledge, as well as others."
“Mr. Saunders, that I am most deeply interested in that person I pledge you my honour as an officer and a gentleman. Will you now do me the favour to detail all you do know on this subject, and what were the confessions made you by that man Walter James ?”
“ I have already, sir, told you more than I intended. I will be candid with you; so much do I respect and value the person in question, that I will do nothing without I have your assurance that it will not tend to her unhappiness."
“ Then, on my honour, if it turns out as I expect, it will, I think, make her the happiest woman under the sun.”
“ You said that the spy-glass belonged to a dear friend ?"
“I did, Mr. Saunders; and if I find, from what you can tell me, that Mrs. St. Felix is the real Mrs. Fitzgerald, I will produce that friend and her husband. Now are you satisfied ?"
“I am,” replied I, “and I will now tell you everything." I then entered into a detail from the time that Mrs. St. Felix gave me the spy-glass, and erased the name, until the death of Spicer. “I have now donc, sir,” replied I, “and you must draw your own conclusions."
“I thank you, sir," replied he; "allow me now to ask you one or two other questions. How does Mrs. St. Felix gain her livelihood, and what character does she bear ?"
I replied to the former, by stating that she kept a tobacconist's shop; and to the latter, by saying, that she was a person of most unimpeachable character, and highly respected.
Sir James O'Connor filled a tumbler of wine for me, and then his own. As soon as he had drunk his own off, he said, "Mr. Saunders, you don't know how you have obliged me. I am excessively anxious about this matter, and I wish, if you are not obliged to go back to Deal immediately, that you would undertake for me a commission to Greenwich. Any trouble or pense
"I will do anything for Mrs. St. Felix, Sir James ; and I shall not consider trouble or expense,” replied 1.
“Will you then oblige me by taking a letter to Greenwich immediately?-I cannot leave my ship at present-it is impossible."
"Certainly I will, Sir James."
“ If she will come: the letter, I presume, will explain everything, and prevent any too sudden shock.”
“You are right, Mr. Saunders--and indeed I am wrong not to confide in you more. You have kept her secret so well, that, trusting to your honour, you shall now have mine."
"I pledge my honour, Sir James."
“Then, Mr. Saunders, 1 spoke of a dear friend; but the truth is, I am the owner of that spy-glass. When I returned to Ireland, and found that she had, as I supposed, made away with herself, as soon as my grief had a little subsided, I did perceive that, although her apparel remained, all her other articles of any value had disappeared ; but I concluded that they had been pillaged by her relations, or other people. I then entered on board of a man-of-war, under the name of O'Connor, was put on the quarter-deck, and by great good fortune have risen to the station in which I now
That is my secret-not that I care about its being divulged, now that I have found my wife. I did nothing to disgrace myself before I entered on board of a man-of-war; but having changed my name, I do not wish it to be known that I ever had another, until I can change it again on a fitting opportunity. Now, Mr. Saunders, will you execute my message ?"
“Most joyfully, Sir James; and I now can do it with
proper caution: by to-morrow morning I will be down here with Mrs. St. Felix.
“You must post the whole way, as hard as you can, there and back, Mr. Saunders. Here is some money,' said he, thrusting a bundle of notes in my hand; “ you can return me what is left.-Good-bye, and many,
“But where shall I mcet you, sir ?"
“Very true; I will be at the King's Arms Hotel, Chatham."
I lost no time; as soon as the boat put me on shore, I hired a chaise, and posted to Greenwich, where I arrived about half-past nine o'clock. I dismissed the