"Yes, sir," said the negro with emotion. "He died a year ago. And I could not see him die, alas!" he added, much moved. "Why not, were you away?" Tamaroo again shook his head and looked mournful. Then, sinking his voice to a whisper, he said: "My master was a leper." Eustace jumped up with an ejaculation of disgust and pity. "For how long was he a leper?" he asked, thinking of the money. "From the time he sent my young master to the lady aunt. It was for that reason he parted with him. I remained, but my master would not let me attend to him, lest I also should take the disease--and I had this to do." He again touched his breast-pocket. "So it was you who sent the money from 'Frisco?" "It was I, sir. My master told me to send it, till I could give up the fortune to my young master." "And you have come to do that?" "Yes, sir. But only to him will I tell the story and give the papers." Jarman reflected. The old man was evidently most trustworthy, seeing he wished to fulfill his mission with the utmost exactitude. He could safely be told of Frank's hiding-place. "To-night I shall lead you to Mr. Lancaster," said Jarman, quietly. "Thank Heaven--oh, thank Heaven!" cried Tamaroo, and the tears rolled down his black face. "It has been a care to me this trust. I wish to give it to my young master and be at rest." "Oh, that's all right," replied Eustace, patting the old man on the back. "And we'll be able to baffle this conspiracy?" "Yes," cried Tamaroo, wiping his eyes, "we will save my master." "By the way," asked Jarman, suddenly, "do you know a young fellow called Natty Denham?" Tamaroo nodded. "I do, sir. He is the son of my master's partner." "What!" Jarman looked puzzled. "Partner in what?" Again the negro became obstinate. "It is in the papers," he said. "That means I'll learn nothing until Frank does," said Jarman, good-humouredly. "You are a faithful messenger, Tamaroo. Has young Denham seen you?" "No, sir. I do not think he knows of my name, unless Captain Berry--" "Oh, he's told him as little as he could. But, I say, does Berry know of the contents of those papers?" "Yes, sir, He learnt them from--" Here the negro hesitated. Eustace laughed and nodded. "You needn't worry," he said, "I know of that. Mrs. Anchor, who is now called Miss Berry, learnt about the fortune from her husband." Tamaroo smiled grimly, and then with an ejaculation smote his hands together, looking in a startled way at Eustace. "I know you now, sir. You were said to have killed Mr. Anchor in San Francisco." "Yes. But I suspect that Berry killed him. And you were the negro who was waiting at his house for him."