The reader has already recognized the disguise in which Mr. Stark, the detective in the Boston custom-house, had arrayed him.
The violent hand-shaking and extravagant ejaculations of joy which the cousins indulged in, need not be here recorded.
When the first greetings were over, Carlos hastily informed Mr. Werner who Leonard was, and explained his enthusiastic welcome of his appearance.
Mr. Werner smiled brightly, and offered a brief congratulation.
“Where did you come from, Leonard, and what are you fixed up in this ridiculous style for?” asked Carlos.
“I came from—— Where did I come from, Mr. Duncan?” appealed Leonard to his employer.
“You will have to tell the whole story to answer that question,” replied Mr. Duncan.
“I suppose I will. And though you have just heard it from my lips, I suppose I must satisfy Carlos at once.”
“Certainly.”
“But first tell me why you are rigged out so outlandishly?” cried Carlos.