“Very well: then I will try to show that you are not the person. I have some witnesses to examine; and, as I intend to be as fair as I can, you may ask them any questions you please,” added the captain, as he beckoned to a steward, who was waiting near him. “Witnesses!” exclaimed the cashier, who did not believe that anybody who knew him could be on board of the cutter. “Call the first stowaway,” added the captain to the steward. “If I find that you are not Mr. Wallgood, you shall return to the ship; and I will tow her far enough to make up for the delay to which I have subjected her.” Wade Brooks came on deck clothed in the suit of clothes provided for him when he came on board. The cashier did not recognize him; for he had seen him only in the gloom of the cabin. He wondered what that boy could know about him. “Do you know this gentleman, Wade Brooks?” asked the captain, as soon as the boy came to him. “I do, sir. It is Mr. Wallgood, the cashier of the Walnut National Bank,” replied Wade. “How do you know it is, my lad?” “Because I often saw him in Midhampton; and I saw him night before last on board of the ‘Moonlight;’ and I heard him own that he had taken a hundred thousand dollars from the bank,” replied Wade. “I never saw the boy before in my life,” protested the cashier. “Yes, you have, sir; and you gave me a hundred dollars to keep still. And I told you I would keep still if I was allowed to keep the money; but Capt. Bendig took it from me,” added Wade. It was all plain enough to the cashier now. This boy had told the people of the cutter all about the doings on board of the yacht; and it appeared that he had listened to the conversation between himself and his wife. It was no use to hold out any longer. “Do you wish to ask this boy any questions, Mr. Simpson?” said Capt. Singleton. “No, none,” replied the cashier despondingly. “Bring the other,” added the captain to the steward; and a moment later came Lon Trustleton. “Why, how do you do, Mr. Wallgood?” exclaimed the president’s son. “I’m sure I didn’t think of seeing you here.” “What do you mean by calling that gentleman Mr. Wallgood?” asked the captain of the cutter. “His name is Simpson.” “This gentleman! He is the cashier of my father’s bank; and I think I ought to know his name, for I see him almost every day in the week,” replied Lon. “I will give it up, captain,” groaned the defaulter, covering his face with both his hands. “Do with me as you please.” “Why, what’s the matter, Mr. Wallgood?” asked Lon, astonished at the conduct of the cashier. “If you are in trouble, my father will help you out of it.” “I don’t believe he will this time,” said the cashier, unable to control his emotion. “I have robbed the bank of one hundred thousand! I may as well speak it out; for there is no longer any hope for me. I wish I was at the bottom of the sea!”