ng all the
time some waltz music, which enabled her to talk and play without
being heard at the other end of the room.

* * * * *

Well, there was now no doubt. The American physician and the subject
of the photograph were certainly the same man. And this man was also
the thief of the safe, and Iris Aglen was Iris Deseret. Of that,
Arnold had no longer any reasonable doubt. There was, however, one
thing more. Before leaving Clara's house, he refreshed his memory as
to the Deseret arms. The quarterings of the shield were, so far,
exactly what Mr. Emblem recollected.

"It is," said Lala Roy, "what I thought. But, as yet, not a word to
Iris."

He then proceeded to relate the repentance, the confession, and the
atonement proposed by the remorseful James. But he did not tell quite
all. For the wise man never tells all. What really happened was this.
When James had made a clean breast and confessed his enormous share
in the villainy, Lala Roy bound him over to secrecy under pain of Law,
Law the Rigorous, pointing out that although they do not, in England,
exhibit the Kourbash, or bastinado the soles of the feet, they make
the prisoner sleep on a hard board, starve him on skilly, set him to
work which tears his nails from his fingers, keep him from
conversation, tobacco, and drink, and when he comes out, so hedge him
around with prejudice and so clothe him with a robe of shame, that no
one will ever employ him again, and he is therefore doomed to go back
again to the English Hell. Lala Roy, though a man of few words, drew
so vivid a description of the punishment which awaited his penitent
that James, foxy as he was by nature, felt constrained to resolve that
henceforth, happen what might, then and for all future, he would range
himself on the side of virtue, and as a beginning he promised to do
everything that he could for the confounding of Joseph and the
bringing of the guilty to justice.

CHAPTER XIII.

HIS LAST CHANCE.

Three days elapsed, during which nothing was done. That cause is
strongest which can afford to wait. But in those three days several
things happened.

First of all, Mr. David Chalker, seeing that the old man was obdurate,
made up his mind to lose most of his money, and cursed Joe continually
for having led him to build upon his grandfather's supposed wealth.
Yet he ought to have known. Tradesmen do not lock up their savings in
investments for their grandchi