"Open the box," said Tera, handing her lover the key with an air of triumph. Jack, still puzzled, proceeded to do as he was told. When the lid was thrown open, and the wrappings had been removed, he was amazed to see the pile of golden sovereigns.
"Gold! Money!" he cried, falling back a pace. "Great Scott, Tera! how did you get this?"
Tera crowed like a delighted child. "It is a long, long story. Guess who gave it to me."
"My uncle?"
"No, no, not your uncle," cried the girl, clapping her hands. "Rachel!"
"Rachel!" repeated Jack. "This is her own money, then? Why did she give it to you?"
"I said, 'You give me five hundred pounds for my Jack, and I will tell you who killed Zara.' Rachel said yes, to save Herbert. She gave me the money, and I brought it here. Now, my Jack, we can go to my own island, where you will be a great chief."
"Hold on, Tera," said Finland, seriously, "how do you know who killed this girl?"
"Oh! I know--I know. It was I who killed her!"
"You!" Jack dropped back on a locker as though he had been shot, and every drop of blood ebbed from his face. "You--killed--Zara?"