So does ben Meerza remember.' "Of course, Carboys treated it as the veriest rubbish--who wouldn't?
Indeed, suspected Van Nant of having played a joke upon him, and laughingly threw it aside; and, finding that he had taken an uncomfortable journey for nothing, got some good out of it by spending a pleasant evening with the Captain and his daughter.

A room had been made ready for him--in fact, although he did not know it, Miss Morrison had given him hers, and had herself gone to a less attractive one--and in due time he prepared to turn in for the night.

As they parted Miss Morrison rison, in a bantering spirit, picked up the belt and handed it to him, remarking that he had better keep it, as, after marriage, he might some time be glad to creep into the house unseen; and, in the same bantering spirit, he had replied that he had better begin learning how the thing worked in case of necessity, and taking the belt, clasped it round his waist, said good-night, and stepped into the room prepared for him.

Miss Morrison and her father heard him close the door and pull down the blind, and--that was the last that was seen or heard of him.
"In the morning the bed was found undisturbed, his locked bag on a chair, and in the middle of the floor the blue leather belt; but of the man himself there was not one trace to be found.

There, that's the story, Cleek.