be quite alone? I want to read this letter to you."

"There isn't a soul in the waiting-room," said Lancelot, "we can go in
there. You'd better run on without me, Tommy," he called, "the doctor
wants me. You can catch up with the girls if you hurry," and Tommy,
who had eyed the pair with curiosity, departed crestfallen.

"I received this letter this morning," explained Dr. Grennell, as they
sat down in the stuffy little room. "Read it. It's from an old friend
of mine in Newfoundland--a physician."

The letter opened with personal matters, but the paragraph that the
minister pointed out to Lancelot read thus:

"We have had a rather unusual case here lately. You know how often we
have men brought to the hospital who have been shipwrecked, and as a
rule there is little that is interesting about them--most of them are
the type of ordinary seamen. Our latest case, however, was entered by
the captain of a sailing vessel, who reported that they had picked the
man up from a raft. That he was delirious then, and had never been
able to tell them who he was or whence he came. He is still very ill
and unconscious, and there is not a paper about him of identification.
He is a gentlemen--I am sure of that, for his broken sentences are
uttered in perfect English, and his hands tell it, too. As I have
said, there isn't a letter or a paper about him, but around his neck on
a silver chain we found the coin which I enclose. I know your fancy
for odd coins, and so I send it, thinking perhaps you may give us some
clue to our patient's identity."

Launcelot's eyes were bright with excitement as he finished reading.

"Let me see the coin," he begged, eagerly, and as the doctor handed it
to him, he jumped to his feet.

"I thought so," he shouted, "it's a Spanish coin, like Judy's."

"Well," said the minister, quietly, but his hand beating against his
knee showed that his agitation matched Launcelot's--"What then?"

"Why, the man must be Judy's father!" said Launcelot, and when he had
thus voiced the doctor's thought, the two stared at each other with
white faces.

"She always believed he was alive," said Launcelot at last.

"Pray God that it is really he?" said Dr. Grennell, reverently.

"And now what can we do?" asked the boy.

"We must not say a word to Judy yet. In fact I don't know whether we
ought to tell the Judge. We musn't raise false hopes."

"Have you ever seen Captain Jameson?"

"We were at college tog