With a very bad grace Mrs. Stillwell allowed me to enter. At first she was about to follow, but her husband motioned her away, and she was forced to withdraw.
My uncle lay on the bed. His face was deadly white and awfully haggard. He held out his hand.
"I'm glad you've come, Luke," he said, with something that sounded like a sigh. "The doctor tells me I cannot last long."
"Oh, Uncle Felix!"
"Never mind, it is for the best. I have done wrong, and death is better than public disgrace. Did you come alone?"
"No, sir; Mr. Mason is with me."
"Mason!"
"Yes, sir; I asked him to come with me. He is to be my lawyer if I am arrested."
"Do not fear; you will not be. I own up; that money was not stolen. I was afraid you had brought with you the officers of the law. Do you know anything of this this Spitfire affair?"
"I know all about it. I was on board the vessel when she burned."
"You!"
My uncle was greatly astonished, and he finally persuaded me to tell my story. When I had concluded he asked me to call up Mr. Mason, and I did so.
