Oh, a gentleman born am I! But the Romany sweats from every inch of you, Gaston Belward! What was it that sailor on the Cyprian said of the other?
'For every hair of him was rope-yarn, and every drop of blood Stockholm tar!'" He opened a paper.

Immediately he was interested.

Another; then, quickly, two more; and at last, getting to his feet with an exclamation, he held a document to the light, and read it through carefully.

He was alone in the room.

He calmly folded it up, put it in his pocket, placed the rest of the papers back, locked the box, and passing into the next room, gave it to the clerk.