"Because he was employed there," replied Maggie, who deemed this a sufficient reason for saying so.
"Was he, indeed?" asked the banker, who had been sceptical even on this point.
Maggie told the whole story of the two Marguerites, as she had heard it from her father.
"One Marguerite died, and you were the other," said Mr. Checkynshaw, musing.
"Yes, sir; and I don't know to this day who my father and mother were; but I suppose they died of cholera. I was told they did. Mon père traced them to their lodgings, and identified the clothing and a locket I wore."
"A locket?" asked the banker, curiously.
"Yes, sir."
"What was the locket?"
"It was a gold one, with the miniature of a gentleman on one side, and a lady on the other, with locks of hair. I suppose they were my father and mother."
"Where is the locket now?"