They re-entered the house just as Edward Murray exclaimed:
“There, I have it! Been trying to call to mind who he was for days past; but I have it now.”
“And pray, who was he?” said Mr Meadows dryly.
“The head-clerk at Elderby’s; don’t you remember, Mr Lee? He was transported for life for forging a will—John Grant.”
“And what about him?” asked the settler.
“Why, I met him at Port Caroline a few days ago, in a gang of men returning from work, I suppose; and he spoke to me by name. Strange we should meet again.”
“Well, a little, perhaps,” said Mr Meadows. “I remember his case now you name it. But the world is not big enough to hide yourself anywhere. You are sure to encounter some one who knows you, or your relatives. Good-night, and heaven protect you all!”