"Who do you think?" asked the dying man, chuckling.
"One of the Saul family. You have the same eyebrows as Maraquito."
"And as Mrs. Herne, who really was Maraquito."
"Yes, I know that. But who are you?"
"My real name is Daniel Saul."
"Ah! I thought you were a member of the family. There is a likeness to Maraquito—"
"Nose and eyebrows and Hebrew looks. But I am only a distant cousin. My father married a Christian, but I retain a certain look of his people. He died when I was young. Emilia's mother brought me up. I knew a lot about the coining in those days, and I was always in love with Bathsheba, who is my cousin—"
"Bathsheba?"
"You know her best as Maraquito, so by that name I shall speak of her. Jennings," said Hale, his voice growing weaker, "I have little time left, so you had better not interrupt me." He took another sup of brandy and the doctor felt his pulse. Then he began to talk so fast that the clerk could hardly keep pace with his speech. Evidently he was afraid lest he should die before his recital ended.
"When old Mrs. Saul lost Emilia—" he began.