I'm sure you have a hundred things to attend to, and when you're gone I'll have a little talk with Miss Stanton." The lawyer hesitated.
"If this conversation is likely to affect your case," he began, "then--" "Then Miss Stanton will give you any information she may acquire," interrupted Jones, and that left Colby no alternative but to go away.
"Now, then, Miss Stanton, out with it!" said the boy.
"There are a lot of things we don't know, but ought to know, in order to defend you properly," she observed, looking at him earnestly.
"Question me, then." "I want to know the exact date when you landed in this country from Sangoa." "Let me see.

It was the twelfth day of October, of last year." "Oh! so long ago as that?
It is fifteen months.

Once you told us that you had been here about a year." "I didn't stop to count the months, you see.

The twelfth of October is correct." "Where did you land ?" "At San Francisco." "Direct from Sangoa ?" "Direct from Sangoa." "And what brought you from Sangoa to San Francisco ?" "A boat." "A sailing-ship ?" "No, a large yacht.

Two thousand tons burden." "Whose yacht was it ?" "Mine." "Then where is it now ?" He reflected a moment.
"I think Captain Carg must be anchored at San Pedro, by now.