“Yes. I have proof of it. I did not suspect at first that Squire Turner had anything to do with the matter, till one day, in the cabin, I picked up a letter directed to Captain Brandon by Squire Turner, which made it all clear.”
“But what interest could Squire Turner have in getting you out of the country?” asked Mrs. Raymond.
“I think I know of a reason, mother,” said Harry; “but I don’t care to mention it now.”
“You said the vessel was bound for China. How, then, did you get to Australia?”
“I was thrown into the sea,” said Harry; “and, after floating about for many hours, was picked up at length by a vessel bound for Australia.”
“You have, indeed, encountered great perils, my dear son,” said his mother, shuddering. “Thank God, you escaped them all, and are once more restored to us.”
Harry was about to question his mother more particularly respecting her trials during his absence, when a knock was heard at the door.
“I will open it, mother,” said Harry.
Opening the front door he saw on the step a well-dressed gentleman, whom he did not recognize.
“Does Mrs. Raymond live here?” asked the stranger.