"Yes, sir. But only to him will I tell the story and give the papers."
Jarman reflected. The old man was evidently most trustworthy, seeing he wished to fulfill his mission with the utmost exactitude. He could safely be told of Frank's hiding-place.
"To-night I shall lead you to Mr. Lancaster," said Jarman, quietly.
"Thank Heaven--oh, thank Heaven!" cried Tamaroo, and the tears rolled down his black face. "It has been a care to me this trust. I wish to give it to my young master and be at rest."
"Oh, that's all right," replied Eustace, patting the old man on the back. "And we'll be able to baffle this conspiracy?"
"Yes," cried Tamaroo, wiping his eyes, "we will save my master."
"By the way," asked Jarman, suddenly, "do you know a young fellow called Natty Denham?"
Tamaroo nodded. "I do, sir. He is the son of my master's partner."
"What!" Jarman looked puzzled. "Partner in what?"
Again the negro became obstinate. "It is in the papers," he said.