"I have found him, sir,—I have found him!" cried the Black.
"Indeed!" cried Markham, starting up, and rubbing his eyes. "Where? where?"
"He has just gone with three other men in a boat, down the river," answered Morcar; "and one of these men is him that spoke to Benstead last night."
"Then they both belong to the Fairy?" exclaimed Richard.
"Both," replied Morcar; "at least they both came from it just now."
"Go and rouse Benstead," said Markham; "and in the meantime I will get up."
The gipsy, who had so well disguised himself as a man of colour, hastened to the cuddy where Benstead was wrapped in the arms of Morpheus.
The police-officer was delighted, when awakened and made acquainted with Morcar's discovery, to find that the Resurrection Man had been thus recognised; and he lost no time in dressing himself.
The gipsy and Benstead afterwards proceeded to Richard's cabin, where they found our hero just completing his hasty toilet.
"Thus far our aims are accomplished," said Markham, when they were all three assembled. "It has turned out exactly as I anticipated. Morcar, by aid of his disguised appearance, was enabled to keep a sharp look out on all the vessels; while the report which you circulated that he was deaf and dumb prevented him from being questioned. Had Tidkins himself seen Morcar as closely as we are to him now, he would not have known him."