"Miss Pringle wants to see you in the cabin." "Well--imposter!" laughed Cleggett.

"Is she able to talk to you yet?
And what on earth did she mean by her plum preserves ?" "That is what she wants to tell, evidently," said Lady Agatha.

And she went aft with him.
Miss Pringle, who had been rubbed dry by Lady Agatha, and was now dressed in some articles of that lady's clothing, which were much too large for her, sat on the edge of the bed in Lady Agatha's stateroom and awaited them.

Her appearance was scarcely conventional, and she seemed to feel it; nevertheless, she had a duty to perform, and her innate propriety still triumphed over her situation and habiliments.
"Mr.Cleggett," she said, pointing to the box which contained the evidence against Logan Black, which was exactly similar to the box of Reginald Maltravers, and which had been placed in this inner room for safe-keeping, "what does that box contain ?" Cleggett was startled.

He and Lady Agatha exchanged glances.
"What do you think it contains ?" he asked.
"That box," she said, "was shipped to me from Flatbush, and was claimed in my name--in the name of Genevieve Pringle--at the freight depot at Newark, New Jersey, by this lady here.