The lawyer listened to all that he had to say, and became almost convinced that he was telling the truth, but declined to commit himself to one thing or another until Lord Seabright, who was then in Iceland, should return. The false locket was even shown to a number of old Tresmont and Seabright family servants, who declared it to be the very same that had been clasped by Mr. Tristram about the neck of his infant son. When Lord Seabright returned to London the whole case was submitted to him; and although he disliked exceedingly the appearance and manner of the young man who claimed to be his cousin, he could not help admitting that all the evidence seemed to be in his favor. The wicked father had been recalled to America upon urgent business about a week before Lord Seabright’s return to the city; but his case seemed to be progressing so favorably that he had not hesitated to leave it for a short time in the hands of a lawyer whom he had engaged. He never dreamed that the Yankee fisher-lad would succeed in opening the ball; or that if he did he would understand the meaning of its contents, or realize their value. Thus the case stood when Squire Brady introduced an entirely new feature into it by drawing Lord Seabright’s attention to Breeze McCloud and the locket that had been placed about his neck when he was a baby. The young Englishman was as decided in his character and as prompt in action as Breeze himself. Now he determined to sift this matter to the very bottom, and to make a personal investigation of all the facts regarding it that could be discovered. Having rapidly thought out his plan, he said to Breeze, as they left the linen-draper’s shop together, “Look here, McCloud, I like you a thousand times better than I do that other chap, and should be pleased to acknowledge you as a relative. I think, too, that your story is a much more likely one than his; but I am not yet wholly satisfied that you are my cousin Tristram. Now, I have a plan to propose, which is this: If you will stay quietly here in Queenstown with the Bradys for a few days, until I can attend to some business affairs in London, I will come back for you, and take you to America in the _Saga_. There we will see what we can discover in regard to your early history. In the mean time Mr. Marlin can sell your ambergris for you in London. What do you say?” What could Breeze say to this generous offer except to thank his kind friend for it, and to accept it gladly? Although expecting the return of the _Saga_ from day to day, and consequently not writing home, Breeze waited two weeks in Queenstown before Lord Seabright’s business would permit him to start for America. When at last the yacht did arrive, Wolfe Brady, who had been disconsolate at the idea of again losing his dorymate, was made supremely happy by the offer of a mate’s position on her.