n I can put 'em on his track! For you
see I know'd that that photograft was at home if the missis hadn't
throwed it away. Well, as soon as we was paid off, I went to the old
place and rummaged a bit. There it was sure enough. Next day I took a
job on down at the docks, went alof, and bein' a bit shaky, I suppose,
after the drink I'd had the night afore, I missed me footin' and tumbled
head over heels from the yard-arm to the deck below. And that's wot
brought me 'ere. Now you know why I says I could tell where your
'Ighness's brother is."

"Is that the photograph to which you refer?" I inquired, pointing to the
envelope he held in his hand.

"Yes, sir," he replied, "and just you see if you can pick out your
brother from among the party."

The doctor took the envelope from the man's hand and passed it on to me.
The photograph represented five men, all of whom were dressed in white.
Three were seated on the ladder leading to the after part of a
steamship, the poop, I suppose, while the other two had placed
themselves on either side of it. With an eagerness that will be readily
understood I scanned the various faces. Then my heart gave a leap, for
the man standing on the left of the rails was without a doubt my brother
Max. Quite overcome by my emotion, I continued to stare at it until my
eyes ached. Then in a voice I scarcely recognised, I asked the man the
name of the merchant's agent.

"Mortimer, sir," he replied. "The names of the party are written on the
back. The gent had put 'em there afore he gave 'em to me."

I turned the card over, and there saw, corresponding with their
respective positions in the photograph, the names of the sitters. The
three seated on the steps were Messrs. Thompson, Elford, and Gallagher,
respectively. He on the right, wearing the uniform cap, was Captain
Ganesford, Commander of the _Brazilian Monarch_, while the other, the
man whose identity I was so anxious to decide, was a Mr. Max Mortimer.

"Thank God!" I said earnestly to myself. "I really believe it is Max."
Then turning to the man in the bed, I said, "You have rendered me a
service for which I can never be sufficiently grateful. There can be no
doubt that the individual you speak of is my brother."

"I am indeed glad to hear it," said the doctor. "I fancied, from the
beginning, that there must be something in his tale. Your Christmas Day
has not been wasted after all."

"Wasted!" I answered. "If this only leads to our finding