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PART I--LONDON

PART II--PARIS

PART I--LONDON

A STRANGE CONSIGNMENT

Mr. Avery, managing director of the Insular and Continental Steam Navigation Company, had just arrived at his office. He glanced at his inward letters, ran his eye over his list of engagements for the day, and inspected the return of the movements of his Company's steamers. Then, after spending a few moments in thought, he called his chief clerk, Wilcox.

'She has,' replied the chief clerk, 'I've just rung up the dock office to inquire.'

'I think we ought to have it specially checked from here. You remember all the trouble they gave us about the last lot. Will you send some reliable man down? Whom can you spare?'

'Broughton could go. He has done it before.'

'Well, see to it, will you, and then send in Miss Johnson, and I shall go through the mail.'

Mr. Wilcox picked up some papers and stepped over to the desk at which Tom Broughton was working.

'Right, sir,' replied Broughton, a young fellow of three-and-twenty, with a frank, boyish face and an alert manner. Nothing loath to exchange the monotony of the office for the life and bustle of the quays, he put away his books, stowed the invoices carefully in his pocket, took his hat and went quickly down the stairs and out into Fenchurch Street.

It was a brilliant morning in early April. After a spell of cold, showery weather, there was at last a foretaste of summer in the air, and the contrast made it seem good to be alive. The sun shone with that clear freshness seen only after rain. Broughton's spirits rose as he hurried through the busy streets, and watched the ceaseless flow of traffic pouring along the arteries leading to the shipping.

He was just in time, for the hatches of the lower forehold, in which the casks were stowed, had been cleared and were being lifted off as he arrived. As he stood on the bridge deck waiting for the work to be completed he looked around.

The fore-hatch being open, Broughton climbed down into the hold armed with his notebook, and the unloading of the casks began. They were swung out in lots of four fastened together by rope slings. As each lot was dealt with, the clerk noted the contents in his book, from which he would afterwards check the invoices.

The work progressed rapidly, the men straining and pushing to get the heavy barrels in place for the slings. Gradually the space under and around the hatch was cleared, the casks then having to be rolled forward from the farther parts of the hold.

A quartet of casks had just been hoisted and Broughton was turning to examine the next lot when he heard a sudden shout of 'Look out, there! Look out!' and felt himself seized roughly and pulled backwards. He swung round and was in time to see the four casks turning over out of the sling and falling heavily to the floor of the hold. Fortunately they had only been lifted some four or five feet, but they were heavy things and came down solidly. The two under were damaged slightly and the wine began to ooze out between the staves. The others had had their fall broken and neither seemed the worse. The men had all jumped clear and no one was hurt.

'Upend those casks, boys,' called the foreman, when the damage had been briefly examined, 'and let's save the wine.'

The leaking casks were turned damaged end up and lifted aside for temporary repairs. The third barrel was found to be uninjured, but when they came to the fourth it was seen that it had not entirely escaped.

This fourth cask was different in appearance from the rest, and Broughton had noted it as not belonging to Messrs. Norton and Banks' consignment. It was more strongly made and better finished, and was stained a light oak colour and varnished. Evidently, also, it did not contain wine, for what had called their attention to its injury was a little heap of sawdust which had escaped from a crack at the end of one of the staves.

'Never saw nothin' like it,' returned Harkness. 'I tell you, sir, that there cask 'as been made to stand some knocking about.'

'Looks like it. Let's get it rolled back out of the way and turned up, so as to see the damage.'

Harkness seized the cask and with some difficulty rolled it close to the ship's side out of the way of the unloading, but when he tried to upend it he found it too heavy to lift.

'There's something more than sawdust in there,' he said. 'It's the 'eaviest cask ever I struck. I guess it was its weight shifted the other casks in the sling and spilled the lot.'

He called over another man and they turned the cask damaged end up. Broughton stepped over to the charge hand and asked him to check the tally for a few seconds while he examined the injury.

As he was returning across the half-dozen yards to join the foreman, his eye fell on the little heap of sawdust that had fallen out of the crack, and the glitter of some bright object showing through it caught his attention. He stooped and picked it up. His amazement as he looked at it may be imagined, for it was a sovereign!

He glanced quickly round. Only Harkness of all the men present had seen it.

'Turn the 'eap over, sir,' said the foreman, evidently as surprised as the younger man, 'see if there are any more.'

Broughton sifted the sawdust through his fingers, and his astonishment was not lessened when he discovered two others hidden in the little pile.

He gazed at the three gold coins lying in his palm. As he did so Harkness gave a smothered exclamation and, stooping rapidly, picked something out from between two of the boards of the hold's bottom.

'Another, by gum!' cried the foreman in low tones, 'and another!' He bent down again and lifted a second object from behind where the cask was standing. 'Blest if it ain't a blooming gold mine we've struck.'

Broughton put the five sovereigns in his pocket, as he and Harkness unostentatiously scrutinised the deck. They searched carefully, but found no other coins.

'Did you drop them when I dragged you back?' asked Harkness.

'I? No, I wish I had, but I had no gold about me.'

'Some of the other chaps must 'ave then. Maybe Peters or Wilson. Both jumped just at this place.'

'Well, don't say anything for a moment. I believe they came out of the cask.'

'Out o' the cask? Why, sir, 'oo would send sovereigns in a cask?'

'No one, I should have said; but how would they get among the sawdust if they didn't come out through the crack with it?'

'That's so,' said Harkness thoughtfully, continuing, 'I tell you, Mr. Broughton, you say the word and I'll open that crack a bit more and we'll 'ave a look into the cask.'

The clerk recognised that this would be irregular, but his curiosity was keenly aroused and he hesitated.

'I'll do it without leaving any mark that won't be put down to the fall,' continued the tempter, and Broughton fell.

'I think we should know,' he replied. 'This gold may have been stolen and inquiries should be made.'

The foreman smiled and disappeared, returning with a hammer and cold chisel. The broken piece at the end of the stave was entirely separated from the remainder by the crack, but was held in position by one of the iron rings. This piece Harkness with some difficulty drove upwards, thus widening the crack. As he did so, a little shower of sawdust fell out and the astonishment of the two men was not lessened when with it came a number of sovereigns, which went rolling here and there over the planks.

It happened that at the same moment the attention of the other men was concentrated on a quartet of casks which was being slung up through the hatches, the nervousness caused by the slip not having yet subsided. None of them therefore saw what had taken place, and Broughton and Harkness had picked up the coins before any of them turned round. Six sovereigns had come out, and the clerk added them to the five he already had, while he and his companion unostentatiously searched for others. Not finding any, they turned back to the cask deeply mystified.

'Open that crack a bit more,' said Broughton. 'What do you think about it?'

'Blest if I know what to think,' replied the foreman. 'We're on to something mighty queer anyway. 'Old my cap under the crack till I prize out that there bit of wood altogether.'

With some difficulty the loose piece of the stave was hammered up, leaving a hole in the side of the barrel some six inches deep by nearly four wide. Half a capful of sawdust fell out, and the clerk added to it by clearing the broken edge of the wood. Then he placed the cap on the top of the cask and they eagerly felt through the sawdust.

It seemed to be so, indeed, for in it were no fewer than seven sovereigns.

'That's eighteen in all,' said Broughton, in an awed tone, as he slipped them into his pocket. 'If the whole cask's full of them it must be worth thousands and thousands of pounds.'

They stood gazing at the prosaic looking barrel, outwardly remarkable only in its strong design and good finish, marvelling if beneath that commonplace exterior there was indeed hidden what to them seemed a fortune. Then Harkness crouched down and looked into the cask through the hole he had made. Hardly had he done so when he sprang back with a sudden oath.

'Look in there, Mr. Broughton!' he cried in a suppressed tone. 'Look in there!'

Broughton stooped in turn and peered in. Then he also recoiled, for there, sticking up out of the sawdust, were the fingers of a hand.

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