“Is it correct?” exclaimed the law clerk.
“Yes, quite so. Mr. Burley. I know the signature.”
“Perhaps you would like further satisfaction gentlemen,” said the captain; “though, indeed, I think the receipt is all that is called for. But, with your permission, I will open my trunk.”
“Do so, I beg of you,” replied the law clerk. “Show me more proof—more proof!”
“Mr. Burley, did you ever see Osmund Maiden?” asked the captain.
“Only a portrait of him, sir—painted before he left England.”
“Then look sharply at me!”
The law clerk came forward a little, and stared for a moment into Captain Rudstone’s face.
“Good Heavens!” he cried. “I see it—I see it now! You are much changed, but the features are the same. And you have Osmund Maiden’s eyes!”
“Are you satisfied?” said the captain, with a short laugh. “But, wait; I will open the trunk. Do you admit my right to it, Mr. Macdonald?”