Cartwright, whose appetite for vengeance was but whetted by his first success, had never lost sight of the movements of his victim; and now he had followed him to the place of his embarkation, with an eager but undefined purpose of working him some further and more deadly mischief.  Stealthily he hovered about the house which sheltered the unconscious object of his malicious hate, plotting, as he afterwards confessed, the wildest schemes for satiating his revenge.  Several times he made excuses for calling at the hotel, in the hope of observing the nature of the premises, taking care, however, to avoid being seen by Mr. Harvey or his family.  A fortnight passed away, and the day of departure of the emigrants arrived without the slightest opportunity occurring for the gratification of his purposes.  The ship was leaving her berth; most of the passengers were on board; Mrs. Harvey and the children, with nearly the whole of the luggage, were already safely in the vessel; Mr. Harvey only remained on shore to purchase some trifling article, and to settle his bill at the hotel on removing his last trunk.  Cartwright had tracked him all day; he could not attack him in the street; and he finally followed him to the hotel, in order to wreak his vengeance on him in his private apartment, of the situation of which he had informed himself.

Harvey entered the hotel first, and before Cartwright came up, he had gone down a passage into the bar to settle the bill which he had incurred for the last two days.  Not aware of this circumstance, Cartwright, in the bustle which prevailed, went up stairs to Mr. Harvey’s bedroom and parlor, in neither of which, to his surprise, did he find the occupant; and he turned away discomfited.  Passing along towards the chief staircase, he perceived a room of which the door was open, and that on the table there lay a gold watch and appendages.  Nobody was in the apartment:  the gentleman who occupied it had only a few moments before gone to his bed-chamber for a brief space.  Quick as lightning a diabolical thought flashed through the brain of the villain, who had been baffled in his original intentions.  He recollected that he had seen a trunk in Harvey’s room, and that the keys hung in the lock.  An inconceivably short space of time served for him to seize the watch, to deposit it at the bottom of Harvey’s trunk, and to quit the hotel by a back stair, which led by a short cut to the harbor.  The whole transaction was done unperceived, and the wretch at least departed unnoticed.

Having finished his business at the bar, Mr. Harvey repaired to his room, locked his trunk, which, being of a small and handy size, he mounted on his shoulder, and proceeded to leave the house by the back stair, in order to get as quickly as possible to the vessel.  Little recked he of the interruption which was to be presented to his departure.  He had got as far as the foot of the stair with his burden, when he was overtaken by a waiter, who declared that he