“You are sure there has been no acquaintance between the detective and your daughter?”

“Yes; I am sure of that.”

“Why are you sure?”

“Well, I’ve Renie’s word, and that gal would die before she would tell a lie; no, sir, she’s never spoke to him, and as she never has, she never will, for his accounts will all be cleared tonight! the lads will have a dead open and shut on him.”

“I reckon you’ve been deceived,” said Garcia.

“How so?”

“That gal has known more of this man than you think.  She would not warn a stranger that his life, was in peril, especially when that stranger was her father’s foe.”

“Well, it don’t make any difference.  She will never see him again!”

“We can’t tell about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll bet a thousand dollars the man didn’t go off on the cruise tonight!”

“Yes, he did.”

“Did you see him aboard?”

“No:  but I know he went.”

“That girl would know that the letter was lost.”

“Yes, very likely.”

“Well, she’d take some other measures to warn the man; you’ve been deceived, old man!”

“I hope you’re mistaken, or it will be bad for Renie.  I tell you the men will be raging mad if the detective slips through their nets to-night.”

“They will be, and now you recognize the necessity of turning the girl over to me.”

“I’ve been thinking over that matter.”

“You remember what I promised you?”

“Yes, yes; but suppose he should come?”

“Who should come?”

The old smuggler had spoken the words in a thoughtful manner, and the question was really addressed to himself.  The old smuggler recognised that he had made a startling admission and remained silent.

Garcia said: 

“I suppose you mean the day might come when someone will appear to claim the girl, and you will lose a large sum of money?”

“No; no; you do not know what I mean, you have never heard the girl’s strange history.”

“I know she is not your child.”

“Yes; you forced that confession from me a long time ago.”

“Tell me the girl’s history.”

“I dare not.”

“Does she know the tale?”

“No.”

“She believes herself your child?”

“I think she has a suspicion that she is not my child, but she loves me.”

“Has she ever asked you whether or not she is your child?”

“Never!”

“Nor hinted?”

“No.”

“Then why do you say she suspects that she is not your child?”

“Well, from many little things I have been led to suspect that.  She herself has a suspicion of the real truth.”

“You must then tell me her history.”

“I dare not.”

“Listen old man, I am her friend and your friend; this is no place for Renie; when she was a mere child it was all right, but now it is not safe.  You must give her to me! and listen; should anyone ever come to claim her, she shall be surrendered, and you will receive any reward that may be paid!”