in Australia. Alice knew his address, and gave me the number of his
house, which was on Church Street. A few minutes' rapid walking brought
me to his door. I had no great expectation of finding him at home, as I
deemed it probable he had not returned from wherever he had been going
when I met him; but I should be able to find out when he was expected,
and would either wait or go in search of him. Fortune favored me for
once, however; he had returned more than an hour before. I was ushered
into the drawing-room, where I found him playing cribbage with his
wife.

"Why, Willie," he exclaimed, advancing to welcome me, "this is kinder
than I expected. I hardly looked for you before to-morrow. All the
better; we have just been speaking of you. Ellen, this is my old
friend, Willie Furlong, the returned convict, whose banishment you have
so often heard me deplore."

After exchanging brief courtesies with Mrs. Gray, I turned to her
husband.

"Johnny, did you notice anything remarkable about the old gentleman who
was with me when we met on Young Street this evening?"

"Old gentleman! who? There was no one with you when I met you."

"Think again, He and I were walking arm in arm, and you had passed us
before you recognized me, and mentioned my name."

He looked hard in my face for a moment, and then said positively:

"You are wrong, Willie. You were certainly alone when we met. You were