Ishmael, speaking for Judge Merlin, now explained to the tobacconist that this woman Katie had been a great favorite with the mistress from whom she was stolen; that they were on their way to see that lady, that they wished to take the woman with them; that they would rather repurchase her than lose time by suing to recover her; and finally, that they were willing to give him back the money that he had paid for Katie, provided that he would deliver her up to them at once. Marinello immediately came to terms and agreed to all they proposed. He accompanied them back to the hotel, where he received eight hundred dollars and left Katie. "That is a 'feat accomplished,'" said Ishmael gayly, as he returned to Judge Merlin's room, after seeing Marinello out; "and now we may expect Mr. Tourneysee every moment." And in fact while he spoke the door was opened and Mr. Tourneysee was announced. "I am up to time," he said, smiling, as he entered. "With dramatic punctuality," said Ishmael, pointing to the clock on the mantel-piece, which was upon the stroke of three. "Yes," said the consul, smiling. "We have done a good stroke of business since we left you. We have bought Katie back from her new master at the same price he gave for her, and he was very glad to get out of the affair so happily," said Ishmael. "Ah! that was prompt indeed. I wish you equal good speed with the other purchasers of stolen slaves. By the way, where do we go first?" "I think we had best call on the lady who bought the girl Sally; from her--Sally, I mean--we might learn the name and residence of the gentleman who bought Jim, and of which we are at present in ignorance." "Who is the lady, and where does she live?" "We do not know her name either; Katie could not tell us; but she lives in the city, and Katie can direct the coachman where to drive. And now as the carriage is at the door, I think we had better start at once." "I think so, too," said the judge. And accordingly the whole party went downstairs and re-entered the carriage, with the exception of Katie, who again mounted the box beside the driver for the purpose of directing him. Katie, who could not, if it were to save her life, remember the name of any place or person in that "barbareous" land, as she called it, yet possessed the canine memory of localities; so she directed the coachman through the shortest cut of the city towards the beautiful suburb Guadaloupe, and then to an elegant mansion of white granite, standing within its own luxuriant grounds. On seeing the carriage draw up and stop before the gate of this aristocratic residence, the young consul suddenly changed color and said: "This is the palace of the Senora Donna Eleanora Pacheco, Countess de la Santa Cruz." "You know this lady?" inquired the judge. Mr. Tourneysee bowed. The porter threw open the great gate, and the carriage rolled along a lovely shaded avenue, up before the white marble facade of the palace, where it stopped.