Randolph’snaturewastoohopefulandrecuperativetoallowhimtolingeridlyinthepast。Hethrewhimselfintohisworkatthebankwithhisoldearnestnessandacertainsimpleconscientiousnesswhich，whileitoftenprovokedtherailleryofhisfellowclerks，didnotescapetheeyesofhisemployers。Hewasadvancedstepbystep，andbytheendoftheyearwasputinchargeofthecorrespondencewithbanksandagencies。Hehadsavedsomemoney，andhadmadeoneortwoprofitableinvestments。Hewasenabledtotakebetterapartmentsinthesamebuildinghehadoccupied。Hehadfewofthetemptationsofyouth。Hisfearofpovertyandhisnaturaltastekepthimfromthespeculativeandmaterialexcessesoftheperiod。Adistrustofhisromanticweaknesskepthimfromsocietyandmeanerentanglementswhichmighthavebesethisgoodlooksandgoodnature。Heworkedinhisroomsatnightandforborehisoldeveningrambles。
　　Astheyearworeontotheanniversaryofhisarrival，hethoughtmuchofthedeadmanwhohadinspiredhisfortunes，andwithitasenseofhisolddoubtsandsuspicionsrevived。Hisreasonhadobligedhimtoacceptthelossofthefatefulportmanteauasanordinarytheft；hisinstinctremainedunconvinced。Therewasnosuperstitionconnectedwithhisloss。Hisownprosperityhadnotbeenimpairedbyit。Onthecontrary，hereflectedbitterlythatthedeadmanhadapparentlydiedonlytobenefitothers。Atsuchtimesherecalled，withapleasurethatheknewmightbecomeperilous，thetallEnglishgirlwhohaddefendedDornton’smemoryandechoedhisownsympathy。Butthatwasallovernow。
　　Onestormynight，notunlikethateventfuloneofhispastexperience，Randolphsoughthisroomsintheteethofasouthwestgale。Ashebuffetedhiswayalongtherain-washedpavementofMontgomeryStreet，itwasnotstrangethathisthoughtsrevertedtothatnightandthememoryofhisdeadprotector。Butreachinghisapartment，hesternlybanishedthemwiththevanishedromancetheyrevived，andlightinghislamp，laidouthispapersintheprospectofaneveningofuninterruptedwork。Hewassurprised，however，afteralittleinterval，bythesoundofuncertainandshufflingstepsonthehalf-lightedpassageoutside，thenoiseofsomeheavyarticlesetdownonthefloor，andthenatentativeknockathisdoor。Alittleimpatientlyhecalled，“Comein。“
　　Thedooropenedslowly，andoutofthehalfobscurityofthepassageathicksetfigurelurchedtowardhimintothefulllightoftheroom。Randolphhalfrose，andthensankbackintohischair，awed，spellbound，andmotionless。Hesawthefigurestandingplainlybeforehim；hesawdistinctlythefamiliarfurnitureofhisroom，thestorm-twinklinglightsinthewindowsopposite，theflashofpassingcarriagelampsinthestreetbelow。Butthefigurebeforehimwasnoneotherthanthedeadmanofwhomhehadjustbeenthinking。
　　Thefigurelookedathimintently，andthenburstintoafitofunmistakablelaughter。Itwasneitherloudnorunpleasant，andyetitprovokedadisagreeablerecollection。Nevertheless，itdissipatedRandolph’ssuperstitioustremor，forhehadneverbeforeheardofaghostwholaughedheartily。
　　“Youdon’trememberme，“saidtheman。“Belaythere，andI’llfreshenyourmemory。“Hesteppedbacktothedoor，openedit，puthisarmoutintothehall，andbroughtinaportmanteau，closedthedoor，andappearedbeforeRandolphagainwiththeportmanteauinhishand。Itwastheonethathadbeenstolen。“There！“hesaid。
　　“CaptainDornton，“murmuredRandolph。
　　Themanlaughedagainandflungdowntheportmanteau。“You’vegotmynamepatenough，lad，Isee；butIreckonedyou’dhavespottedMEwithoutthatportmanteau。“
　　“Iseeyou’vegotitback，“stammeredRandolphinhisembarrassment。
　　“Itwas——stolenfromme。“
　　CaptainDorntonlaughedagain，droppedintoachair，rubbedhishandsonhisknees，andturnedhisfacetowardRandolph。“Yes；I
　　stoleit——orhaditstolen——thesamething，forI’mresponsible。“
　　“ButIwouldhavegivenituptoYOUatonce，“saidRandolphreproachfully，clingingtotheonlyideahecouldunderstandinhisutterbewilderment。“Ihavereligiouslyandfaithfullykeptitforyou，withallitscontents，eversince——youdisappeared。“
　　“Iknowit，lad，“saidCaptainDornton，rising，andextendingabrown，weather-beatenhandwhichclosedheartilyontheyoungman’s；“noneedtosaythat。Andyou’vekeptitevenbetterthanyouknow。Lookhere！“
　　HeliftedtheportmanteautohislapanddisclosedBEHINDtheusualsmallpouchorpocketinthelidaslitinthelining。“Betweentheliningandtheouterleather，“hewentongrimly，“Ihadtwoorthreebanknotesthatcametoaboutathousanddollars，andsomepapers，lad，that，reckoningbyandlarge，mightbeworthtomeamillion。WhenIgotthatportmanteaubacktheywereallthere，gummedin，justasIhadleftthem。Ididn’tshowupandcomeforthemmyself，forIwaslyinglowatthetime，and——nooffense，lad——
　　Ididn’tknowhowyoustoodwithapartywhowasnoparticularfriendofmine。AnoldshipmatewhomIsettowatchthatpartyquiteaccidentallyrunacrossyourbowsintheferryboat，andheardenoughtomakehimfollowinyourwakehere，wherehegottheportmanteau。It’sallright，“hesaid，withalaugh，wavingasidewithhisbrownhandRandolph’sprotestinggesture。“Theoldbag’sonlygotbacktoitsrightfulowner。Itmayn’thavebeengotinshipshape’Friscostyle，butwhenaman’slifeisatstake，atleast，whenit’saquestionofhisbeingconsidereddeadoralive，he’sgottotakethingsashefinds’em，andIfound’emd——bad。“
　　InaflashofrecollectionRandolphrememberedtheobtrudingminerontheferryboat，thesamefigureonthewharfcorner，andtheadvantagetakenofhisabsencewithMissAvondale。AndMissAvondalewasthe“party“thisman’sshipmatewaswatching！Hefelthisfacecrimsoning，yethedarednotquestionhimfurther，noryetdefendher。CaptainDorntonnoticedit，andwithafriendlytact，whichRandolphhadnotexpectedofhim，risingagain，laidhishandgentlyontheyoungman’sshoulder。
　　“Lookhere，lad，“hesaid，withhispleasantsmile；“don’tyouworryyourheadaboutthewaysordoingsoftheDorntonfamily，oranyoftheirfriends。They’reaqueerlot——includingyourhumbleservant。You’vedonethesquarethingaccordin’toyourlights。
　　You’veriddenstraightfromstarttofinish，withnojockeying，andIshan’tforgetit。Thereareonlytwomenwhohaven’tfailedmewhenItrustedthem。OnewasyouwhenIgaveyoumyportmanteau；
　　theotherwasJackRedhillwhenhestoleitfromyou。“
　　Hedroppedbackinhischairagain，andlaughedsilently。
　　“Thenyoudidnotfalloverboardastheysupposed，“stammeredRandolphatlast。
　　“Notmuch！Butthenextthingtoit。Itwasn’tthewaterthatI
　　tookinthatknockedmeout，mylad，butsomethingstronger。Iwasshanghaied。“
　　“Shanghaied？“repeatedRandolphvacantly。
　　“Yes，shanghaied！Hocused！Druggedatthatginmillonthewharfbyalotofcrimps，who，mistakingmeforabetterman，shovedme，blinddrunkandhelpless，downthestepsintoaboat，andouttoashort-handedbriginthestream。WhenIcametoIwasoutsidetheHeads，pointedforGuayaquil。Whentheyfoundthey’dcaptured，notapoorJack，butamanwho’dtrodaquarterdeck，whoknew，andwasknownateveryportonthetradingline，andwhocouldmakeithotforthem，theyweregladtocompromiseandsetmeashoreatAcapulco，andsixweekslaterIlandedin’Frisco。“
　　“Safeandsound，thankHeaven！“saidRandolphjoyously。
　　“Notexactly，lad，“saidCaptainDorntongrimly，“butdeadandsatuponbythecoroner，andmybodycomfortablyboxedupandonitswaytoEngland。“
　　“Butthatwasninemonthsago。Whathaveyoubeendoingsince？
　　Whydidn’tyoudeclareyourselfthen？“saidRandolphimpatiently，alittleirritatedbytheman’sextremeindifference。Hereallytalkedlikeanamusedspectatorofhisownmisfortunes。
　　“Steady，lad。Iknowwhatyou’regoingtosay。Iknowallthathappened。ButthefirstthingIfoundwhenIgotbackwasthattheshanghaibusinesshadsavedmylife；thatbutforthatIwouldhavereallybeenoccupyingthatboxonitswaytoEngland，insteadofthepoordevilwhowastakenforme。“
　　AcoldtremorpassedoverRandolph。CaptainDornton，however，wastolerantlysmiling。
　　“Idon’tunderstand，“saidRandolphbreathlessly。
　　CaptainDorntonroseand，walkingtothedoor，lookedoutintothepassage；thenheshutthedoorcarefullyandreturned，glancingabouttheroomandatthestorm-washedwindows。“IthoughtIheardsomeoneoutside。I’mlyinglowjustnow，andonlygooutatnight，forIdon’twantthisthingblownbeforeI’mready。Gotanythingtodrinkhere？“
　　Randolphrepliedbytakingadecanterofwhiskeyandglassesfromacupboard。Thecaptainfilledhisglass，andcontinuedwiththesamegentlebutexasperatingnonchalance，“Mindmysmoking？“
　　“Notatall，“saidRandolph，pushingacigartowardhim。Butthecaptainputitaside，drewfromhispocketashortblackclaypipe，stuffeditwithblack“Cavendishplug，“whichhehadfirstchippedoffinthepalmofhishandwithalargeclaspknife，lightedit，andtookafewmeditativewhiffs。Then，glancingatRandolph’spapers，hesaid，“I’mnotkeepingyoufromyourwork，lad？“andreceivingareplyinthenegative，puffedathispipeandoncemoresettledhimselfcomfortablyinhischair，withhisdark，beardedprofiletowardRandolph。