The papers and miniature were delivered by her on her death-bed to the piper, who showed them to me to-night." "And the amulet I myself have seen," remarked Leonard.
"To resume my own history," said Thirlby--"after the dreadful catastrophe I have related, I remained concealed in London for some months, and was glad to find the report of my death generally believed.
I then passed over into Holland, where I resided for several years, in the course of which time I married the widow of a rich merchant, who died soon after our union, leaving me one child." And he covered his face with his hands to hide his emotion.

After awhile he proceeded: "Having passed many years, as peacefully as one whose conscience was so heavily burdened as mine could hope to pass them, in Amsterdam, I last summer brought my daughter, around whom my affections were closely twined, to London, and took up my abode in the eastern environs of the city.

There again I was happy--too happy!--until at last the plague came.

But why should I relate the rest of my sad story ?" he added, in a voice suffocated with emotion--"you know it as well as I do." "You said you had a son," observed Leonard, after a pause--"Is he yet living ?" "He is," replied Thirlby, a shade passing over his countenance.

"On my return to England I communicated to him through Judith Malmayns, who is my foster-sister, that I was still alive, telling him the name I had adopted, and adding, I should never disturb him in the possession of his title and estates." "Title!" exclaimed Leonard.
"Ay, title!" echoed Thirlby.