“But these are Spanish goods, I take it,” said Wallace, with an earnest look at the nicely-packed box. “They are,” was the reply; “they come from the capital. I had an opportunity to procure them easily; and, besides, I like the Spanish costume for a lady; especially when travelling. See,” he continued, raising a delicate jewel case, and turning the flashing diamonds to the light, “this is of native Spanish workmanship, and there is more beauty than durability to it, I expect.” “Yes,” said the stranger, rousing himself from the drowsy sleep into which he had fallen, “yes, that came from the queen’s boudoir. I tried hard to save them, but it was no use; the robbers were too strong for us.” And with a heavy sigh the man leaned his head against the back of his large chair and appeared to sleep. A dark thought flashed across Wallace’s mind, but Harris laughed so unconcernedly, and handled the brilliant ornaments with such natural, careless ease, that he forgot his suspicions in their beguiling talk. “Why do you have the chests made so strong?” Wallace asked, after awhile. “O, we need it,” he replied, “lifting them in and out the boats; and sometimes we have articles of value to carry. Now, that case has all our most important papers in it. So it is necessary that it should be made strong.” “Yes,” said the stranger, again, with more energy than before, “the papers and all that money belong to the Spanish government. It was an infernal mean scheme letting those banditti into the banquet, but little Cristelle was wilful, and fancied their handsome clothes covered honest hearts.” “Come, Don Jose,” said Harris, gayly, “do try to wake your sleepy ideas before you talk any more. I presume,” he added, turning to Wallace, and noting the dark foreboding that again crossed his brow, “that he refers to some valuable pieces of plate in our possession. You remember when the last rebellion took place the capital was said to have been robbed. At that time the insurgents placed some of their spoils in trust in our hands, and we still retain them. Don Jose is confused tonight; what with the sea-sickness, and the change from cold to warm air, he is nearly insensible,” and he laughed a careless, merry laugh, at the same time casting a look of stern, contemptuous reproof upon the cowering Spaniard.