"Is this it?"
Farringford trembled in every fibre of his frame as he glanced at the article.
"It looks like it. I do not know whether it is the same one or not."
I trembled almost as much as the poor inebriate in the excitement of the moment.
"I should hardly consider that sufficient evidence," said Mr. Gray. "There are thousands of shawls just like that."
"I intend to furnish more evidence," I replied, producing the stained and mildewed dress I had brought from the settlement. "Do you know that dress, Mr. Farringford?"
"It certainly looks like the one my child wore."
It was examined by the gentlemen; but they thought the evidence was not yet conclusive, and I took the bracelets from the drawer.
"Did you ever see these before?" I asked, handing them to the palsied drunkard. "You will see the initials P.F. on the clasps."
"I have seen these, and I know them well. They were given to my child by my brother Philip," replied he, with increasing emotion.