“Was Sol Burton present?”

“No.”

“Then you must not go on the yacht.”

“What has the presence of Sol Burton to do with my going or staying?”

“I believe that man has penetrated your disguise.”

“Impossible!”

“I saw him this morning.”

“Well?”

“He asked eked me some strange questions.  He was very curious concerning your identity.”

A shadow fell over the detective’s face.

“He spoke about me?”

“Yes.”

“But he was speaking of the Government detective?”

“No; he was speaking of you as you have appeared among them in your present guise.”

“Does he suspect my real identity”

“I do not know, but he was very inquisitive concerning you.”

“What did he say?”

“He lay in wait for me this morning, and when he got an opportunity he asked:  ’Renie, who is that man the boys were going to hang last night?’”

“What answer slid you make?”

“I answered:  ‘You know as well as I do;’ when he exclaimed:  ‘You can’t fool me, Renie, you have met that man before.’”

The detective was thoughtful a moment, but at length said: 

“I reckon that fellow would be jealous of anyone whom you might address.”

“There was a deeper significance in his declaration, and as he went away he said:  ’I would not be surprised Renie, if that fellow were to be hanged yet, before another sunrise!’”

“His talk is all buncome, Renie, you need not attach any importance to anything he may say.”

“But you will not go off in the yacht?”

“Yes; I shall go!”

A pallor overspread the girl’s face, and a look of expressive sadness shone in her eyes as she murmured

“It is my fate!”

“What do you mean, child?”

“I mean that you are a real friend; you are he of whom I dreamed.”

The detective glanced at the girl with an expression of aroused curiousness as he said: 

“You dreamed of me?”

“Yes.”

“This is very strange.  What could have suggested such a dream”

“I have dreamed all my life that some good friend would come some day and unravel the mystery of my parentage.  It was accident that brought you and me together; but I had come to believe, although I have only known you for a few hours, that you were the good angel who would open the sealed book.”

The detective advanced close to the girl, fixed his eyes upon her, and, while a bright flush reddened his cheek, he said, in an earnest tone: 

“And so I will, Renie!”

“No, no; you have only come to raise a false hope.”

“You are a strange girl, Renie.”

“Yes, I am a strange girl in your eyes; but there is nothing strange about me.  Mv surroundings make me appear so.  Listen:  I long for other scenes and associations; there is nothing that holds me to my present life.  I know there is someone somewhere who longs for me as I yearn for her.”