Christy, who had taken the time to dress himself fully, opened the door and entered the cabin.

The Frenchman leaped from his seat, and embraced the young officer as though he had been his wife or sweetheart, from whom he had been separated for years.

Christy, who was not very demonstrative in this direction, submitted to the hugging with the best possible grace, for he knew that the detective was sincere, and had actually grown to love him, perhaps as much for his father's sake as for his own.
"Oh, my dear Mr.Passford, you are to me like one who has come out of his grave, for I have believed for nearly three days that you had been killed by the ruffian that attacked you in the street!" exclaimed Mr.
Gilfleur, still pressing both of his late companion's hands in his own.
"I was never so rejoiced in all my life, not even when I had unearthed a murderer." "Perhaps you expected to unearth another murderer," said Christy with a smile.
"That was just what I intended to do.

I heard the villanous ruffian swear that he would kill you, and I was almost sure he had done so when you failed to meet me in the rear of the hotel." At the request of the commander, Christy repeated the story of his adventure in Nassau as briefly as possible, up to the time he had been picked up by the Chateaugay's cutter, and conveyed on board of the ship.
The detective was deeply interested, and listened to the narration with the closest attention.

At the end of it, he pressed the hand of the young officer again, and warmly congratulated him upon his escape from the enemy.
Mr.Gilfleur then reported more in detail than he had done before, the result of his mission.