The Pit Prop Syndicate .......................................................................................................................................1

Freeman Wills Croft................................................................................................................................1

Seymour Merriman was tired; tired of the jolting saddle of his motor bicycle, of the cramped position of his

arms, of the chug of the engine, and most of all, of the dreary, barren country through which he was riding.

Early that morning he had left Pau, and with the exception of an hour and a half at Bayonne, where he had

lunched and paid a short business call, he had been at it ever since. It was now after five o'clock, and the last

post he had noticed showed him he was still twentysix kilometers from Bordeaux, where he intended to

"This confounded road has no end," he thought. "I really must stretch my legs a bit."

A short distance in front of him a hump in the white ribbon of the road with parapet walls narrowing in at

each side indicated a bridge. He cut off his engine and, allowing the machine to coast, brought it to a stand at

the summit. Then dismounting, he slid it back on its bracket; stretched himself luxuriously, and looked

In both directions, in front of him and behind, the road stretched, level and monotonous as far as the eye

could reach, as he had seen it stretch, with but few exceptions, during the whole of the day's run. But whereas

farther south it had led through open country, desolate, depressing wastes of sand and sedge, here it ran

through the heart of a pine forest, in its own way as melancholy. The road seemed isolated, cut off from the

surrounding country, like to be squeezed out of existence by the overwhelming barrier on either flank, a

screen, aromatic indeed, but dark, gloomy, and forbidding. Nor was the prospect improved by the long,

unsightly gashes which the resin collectors had made on the trunks, suggesting, as they did, that the trees

were stricken by some disease. To Merriman the country seemed utterly uninhabited. Indeed, since running

through Labouheyre, now two hours back, he could not recall having seen a single living creature except

He rested his arms on the masonry coping of the old bridge and drew at his cigarette. But for the distant

rumble of an approaching vehicle, the spring evening was very still. The river curved away gently towards

the left, flowing black and sluggish between its flat banks, on which the pines grew down to the water's edge.

It was delightful to stay quiet for a few moments, and Merriman took off his cap and let the cool air blow on

He was a pleasantlooking man of about eightandtwenty, clean shaven and with gray, honest eyes, dark

hair slightly inclined to curl, and a square, wellcut jaw. Business had brought him to France. Junior partner

in the firm of Edwards Merriman, Wine Merchants, Gracechurch Street, London, he annually made a tour of

the exporters with whom his firm dealt. He had worked across the south of the country from Cette to Pau, and

was now about to recross from Bordeaux to near Avignon, after which his round would be complete. To him

this part of his business was a pleasure, and he enjoyed his annual trip almost as much as if it had been a

The vehicle which he had heard in the distance was now close by, and he turned idly to watch it pass. He did

not know then that this slight action, performed almost involuntarily, was to change his whole life, and not

only his, but the lives of a number of other people of whose existence he was not then aware, was to lead to

sorrow as well as happiness, to crime as well as the vindication of the law, to . . . in short, what is more to the

The vehicle in itself was in no way remarkable. It was a motor lorry of about five tons capacity, a heavy

thing, travelling slowly. Merriman's attention at first focused itself on the driver. He was a man of about

thirty, goodlooking, with thin, clearcut features, an aquiline nose, and dark, cleverlooking eyes. Dressed

though he was in rough working clothes, there was a something in his appearance, in his pose, which

"Exofficer," thought Merriman as his gaze passed on to the lorry behind. It was painted a dirty green, and

was empty except for a single heavy casting, evidently part of some large and massive machine. On the side

of the deck was a brass plate bearing the words in English "The Landes PitProp Syndicate, No. 4."

Merriman was somewhat surprised to see a nameplate in his own language in so unexpected a quarter, but the

The machine chuffed ponderously past, and Merriman, by now rested, turned to restart his bicycle. But his

troubles for the day were not over. On the ground below his tank was a stain, and even as he looked, a drop

He bent down to examine, and speedily found the cause of the trouble. The feed pipe was connected to the

bottom of the tank by a union, and the nut, working slack, had allowed a small but steady leak. He tightened

the nut and turned to measure the petrol in the tank. A glance showed him that a mere drain only remained.

"Curse it all," he muttered, "that's the second time that confounded nut has left me in the soup."

His position was a trifle awkward. He was still some twentyfive kilometers from Bordeaux, and his machine

would not carry him more than perhaps two. Of course, he could stop the first car that approached, and no

doubt borrow enough petrol to make the city, but all day he had noticed with surprise how few and far

between the cars were, and there was no certainty that one would pass within a reasonable time.

Then the sound of the receding lorry, still faintly audible, suggested an idea. It was travelling so slowly that

he might overtake it before his petrol gave out. It was true he was going in the wrong direction, and if he

failed he would be still farther from his goal, but when you are twentyfive kilometers from where you want

He wheeled his machine round and followed the lorry at full speed. But he had not more than started when he

He slackened speed when he reached the place where the lorry had vanished, and then he saw a narrow lane

just wide enough to allow the big vehicle to pass, which curved away between the tree stems. The surface

was badly cut up with wheel tracks, so much so that Merriman decided he could not ride it. He therefore

dismounted, hid his bicycle among the trees, and pushed on down the lane on foot. He was convinced from

his knowledge of the country that the latter must be a culdesac, at the end of which he would find the lorry.

The lane twisted incessantly, apparently to avoid the larger trees. The surface was the virgin soil of the forest

Merriman strode on, and suddenly, as he rounded one of the bends, he got the surprise of his life.

Coming to meet him along the lane was a girl. This in itself was perhaps not remarkable, but this girl seemed

so out of place amid such surroundings, or even in such a district, that Merriman was quite taken aback.

She was of medium height, slender and graceful as a lily, and looked about threeandtwenty. She was a

study in brown. On her head was a brown tam, a rich, warm brown, like the brown of autumn bracken on the

moor. She wore a brown jumper, brown skirt, brown stockings and little brown brogued shoes. As she came

closer, Merriman saw that her eyes, friendly, honest eyes, were a shade of golden brown, and that a hint of

gold also gleamed in the brown of her hair. She was pretty, not classically beautiful, but very charming and

attractivelooking. She walked with the free, easy movement of one accustomed to an outofdoor life.

"Pardon, mademoiselle," he said in his somewhat halting French, "but can you tell me if I could get some

She looked him over with a sharp, scrutinizing glance. Apparently satisfied, she smiled slightly and replied: .

"But certainly, monsieur. Come to the mill and my father will get you some. He is the manager."

She spoke even more haltingly than he had, and with no semblance of a French accent the French rather of

"Of course I'm English," she answered. "Why shouldn't I be English? But I don't think you're very polite

He apologized in some confusion. It was the unexpectedness of meeting a fellowcountryman in this out of

"You want to say my French is not really so bad after all?" she said relentlessly, and then: "I can tell you it's a

"We're not out very long. It's rather a change from London, as you may imagine. But it's not such a bad

country as it looks. At first I thought it would be dreadful, but I have grown to like it."

She had turned with him, and they were now walking together between the tall, straight stems of the trees.

"I'm a Londoner," said Merriman slowly. "I wonder if we have any mutual acquaintances?"

"It's hardly likely. Since my mother died some years ago we have lived very quietly, and gone out very little."

Merriman did not wish to appear inquisitive. He made a suitable reply and, turning the conversation to the

country, told her of his day's ride. She listened eagerly, and it was borne in upon him that she was lonely, and

delighted to have anyone to talk to. She certainly seemed a charming girl, simple, natural and friendly, and

But soon their walk came to an end. Some quarter of a mile from the wood the lane debouched into a large,

Dshaped clearing. It had evidently been recently made, for the tops of many of the treestumps dotted

thickly over the ground were still white. Round the semicircle of the forest trees were lying cut, some with

their branches still intact, others stripped clear to long, straight poles. Two small gangs of men were at work,

Across the clearing, forming its other boundary and the straight side of the D, ran a river, apparently from its

direction that which Merriman had looked down on from the road bridge. It was wider here, a fine stretch of

water, though still dark colored and uninviting from the shadow of the trees. On its bank, forming a center to

the cleared semicircle, was a building, evidently the mill. It was a small place, consisting of a single long

narrow galvanized iron shed, and placed parallel to the river. In front of the shed was a tiny wharf, and behind

it were stacks and stacks of tree trunks cut in short lengths and built as if for seasoning. Decauville tramways

radiated from the shed, and the men were running in timber in the trucks. From the mill came the hard, biting

"Yes. We cut pitprops for the English coal mines. Those are they you see stacked up. As soon as they are

drier they will be shipped across. My father joined with some others in putting up the capital, and voila!"

She indicated the clearing and its contents with a comprehensive sweep of her hand.

"By Jove! A jolly fine notion, too, I should say. You have everything handy trees handy, river handy I

"Shallow draughted ones only. But we have our own motor ship specially built and always running. It makes

He pointed to a house standing on a little hillock near the edge of the clearing at the far or downstream side

of the mill. It was a rough, but not uncomfortablelooking building of galvanized iron, onestoried and with

a piazza in front. From a brick chimney a thin spiral of blue smoke was floating up lazily into the calm air.

"It's not palatial, but it's really wonderfully comfortable," she explained, "and oh, the fires! I've never seen

such glorious wood fires as we have. Cuttings, you know. We have more blocks than we know what to do

They were walking not too rapidly across the clearing towards the mill. At the back of the shed were a

number of doors, and opposite one of them, heading into the opening, stood the motor lorry. The engine was

still running, but the driver had disappeared, apparently into the building. As the two came up, Merriman

once more ran his eye idly over the vehicle. And then he felt a sudden mild surprise, as one feels when some

unexpected though quite trivial incident takes place. He had felt sure that this lorry standing at the mill door

was that which had passed him on the bridge, and which he had followed down the lane. But now he saw it

wasn't. He had noted, idly but quite distinctly, that the original machine was No. 4. This one had a precisely

Though the matter was of no importance, Merriman was a little intrigued, and he looked more closely at the

vehicle. As he did so his surprise grew and his trifling interest became mystification. The lorry was the same.

At least there on the top was the casting, just as he had seen it. It was inconceivable that two similar lorries

should have two identical castings arranged in the same way, and at the same time and place. And yet,

But as he looked he noticed a detail which settled the matter. The casting was steadied by some rough billets

of wood. One of these billets was split, and a splinter of curious shape had partially entered a bolt hole. He

recalled now, though it had slipped from his memory, that he had noticed that queershaped splinter as the

lorry passed him on the bridge. It was therefore unquestionably and beyond a shadow of doubt the same

Involuntarily he stopped and stood staring at the number plate, wondering if his recollection of that seen at

the bridge could be at fault. He thought not. In fact, he was certain. He recalled the shape of the 4, which had

an unusually small hollow in the middle. There was no shadow of doubt of this either. He remained

motionless for a few seconds, puzzling over the problem, and was just about to remark on it when the girl

"Father will be in the office," she said, and her voice was sharpened as from anxiety. "Won't you come and

He looked at her curiously. The smile had gone from her lips, and her face was pale. She was frowning, and

in her eyes there showed unmistakable fear. She was not looking at him, and his gaze followed the direction

The driver had come out of the shed, the same dark, aquilinefeatured man as had passed him on the bridge.

He had stopped and was staring at Merriman with an intense regard in which doubt and suspicion rapidly

changed to hostility. For a moment neither man moved, and then once again the girl's voice broke in.

"Oh, there is father," she cried, with barely disguised relief in her tones. "Come, won't you, and speak to

The interruption broke the spell. The driver averted his eyes and stooped over his engine; Merriman turned

It was evident to Merriman that he had in some way put his foot in it, how he could not imagine, unless there

was really something in the matter of the number plate. But it was equally clear to him that his companion

wished to ignore the affair, and he therefore expelled it from his mind for the moment, and once again

following the direction of her gaze, moved towards a man who was approaching from the far end of the shed.

He was tall and slender like his daughter, and walked with lithe, slightly feline movements. His face was

oval, clear skinned, and with a pallid complexion made still paler by his dark hair and eyes and a tiny

mustache, almost black and with waxed and pointed ends. He was goodlooking as to features, but the face

"We were just looking for you, daddy," she called a little breathlessly. "This gentleman is cycling to

Bordeaux and has run out of petrol. He asked me if there was any to be had hereabouts, so I told him you

The newcomer honored Merriman with a rapid though searching and suspicious glance, but he replied

"Quite right, my dear." He turned to Merriman and spoke in French. "I shall be very pleased to supply you,

"Thanks awfully, sir," Merriman answered in his own language. "I'm English. It's very good of you, I'm sure,

and I'm sorry to be giving so much trouble. A liter should run me to Bordeaux, or say a little more in case of

"I'll give you two liters. It's no trouble at all." He turned and spoke in rapid French to the driver.

"Oui, monsieur," the man replied, and then, stepping up to his chief, he said something in a low voice. The

other started slightly, for a moment looked concerned, then instantly recovering himself, advanced to

"Henri, here, will send a man with a twoliter can to where you have left your machine," he said, then

"And so, sir, you're English? It is not often that we have the pleasure of meeting a fellowcountryman in

"I suppose not, sir, but I can assure you your pleasure and surprise is as nothing to mine. You are not only a

"My dear sir, I know what it is to run out of spirit. And I suppose there is no place in the whole of France

where you might go farther without finding any than this very district. You are on pleasure bent, I presume?"

"Unfortunately, no," he replied. "I'm travelling for my firm, Edwards Merriman, Wine Merchants of London.

I'm Merriman, Seymour Merriman, and I'm going round the exporters with whom we deal."

"A pleasant way to do it, Mr. Merriman. My name is Coburn. You see I am trying to change the face of the

"Yes, Miss" Merriman hesitated for a moment and looked at the girl "Miss Coburn told me what you

"Yes, I think we are going to make it pay very well. I suppose you're not making a long stay?"

"Do you know, I rather envy you. One gets tired of these tree trunks and the noise of the saws. Ah, there is

your petrol." A workman had appeared with a red can of Shell. "Well, Mr. Merriman, a pleasant journey to

you. You will excuse my not going farther with you, but I am really supposed to be busy." He turned to his

He shook hands, declined Merriman's request to be allowed to pay for the petrol and, cutting short the other's

The two young people strolled slowly back across the clearing, the girl evidently disposed to make the most

of the unwonted companionship, and Merriman no less ready to prolong so delightful an interview. But in

spite of the pleasure of their conversation, he could not banish from his mind the little incident which had

"I say," he said, during a pause in their talk, "I'm afraid I upset your lorry man somehow. Did you notice the

The girl's manner, which up to this had been easy and careless, changed suddenly, becoming constrained and

"Yes, I saw it. But you must not mind Henri. He was badly shellshocked, you know, and he has never been

"Oh, I'm sorry," Merriman apologized, wondering if the man could be a relative. "Both my brothers suffered

from it. They were pretty bad, but they're coming all right. It's generally a question of time, I think."

"I hope so," Miss Coburn rejoined, and quietly but decisively changed the subject.

They began to compare notes about London, and Merriman was sorry when, having filled his tank and

pushed his bicycle to the road, he could no longer with decency find an excuse for remaining in her company.

He bade her a regretful farewell, and some hallhour later was mounting the steps of his hotel in Bordeaux.

That evening and many times later, his mind reverted to the incident of the lorry. At the time she made it,

Miss Coburn's statement about the shellshock had seemed entirely to account for the action of Henri, the

driver. But now Merriman was not so sure. The more he thought over the affair, the more certain he felt that

he had not made a mistake about the number plate, and the more likely it appeared that the driver had guessed

what he, Merriman, had noticed, and resented it. It seemed to him that there was here some secret which the

man was afraid might become known, and Merriman could not but admit to himself that all Miss Coburn's

actions were consistent with the hypothesis that she also shared that secret and that fear.

And yet the idea was grotesque that there could be anything serious in the altering of the number plate of a

motor lorry, assuming that he was not mistaken. Even if the thing had been done, it was a trivial matter and,

so far as he could see, the motives for it, as well as its consequences, must be trivial. It was intriguing, but no

one could imagine it to be important. As Merriman cycled eastward through France his interest in the affair

gradually waned, and when, a fortnight later, he reached England, he had ceased to give it a serious thought

But the image of Miss Coburn did not so quickly vanish from his imagination, and many times he regretted

he had not taken an opportunity of returning to the mill to renew the acquaintanceship so unexpectedly

About ten o'clock on a fine evening towards the end of June, some six weeks after the incident described in

the last chapter, Merriman formed one of a group of young men seated round the open window of the

smoking room in the Rovers' Club in Cranbourne Street. They had dined together, and were enjoying a slack

hour and a little desultory conversation before moving on, some to catch trains to the suburbs, some to their

chambers in town, and others to round off the evening with some livelier form of amusement. The Rovers

had premises on the fourth floor of a large building near the Hippodrome. Its membership consisted

principally of business and professional men, but there was also a sprinkling of members of Parliament,

political secretaries, and minor government officials, who, though its position was not ideal, were attracted to

it because of the moderation of its subscription and the excellence of its cuisine.

The evening was calm, and the sounds from the street below seemed to float up lazily to the little group in the

open window, as the smoke of their pipes and cigars floated up lazily to the ceiling above. The gentle hum of

the traffic made a pleasant accompaniment to their conversation, as the holding down of a soft pedal fills in

and supports dreamy organ music. But for the six young men in the bow window the room was untenanted,

save for a waiter who had just brought some fresh drinks, and who was now clearing away empty glasses

The talk had turned on foreign travel, and more than one member had related experiences which he had

undergone while abroad. Merriman was tired and had been rather silent, but it was suddenly borne in on him

that it was his duty, as one of the hosts of the evening, to contribute somewhat more fully towards the

conversation. He determined to relate his little adventure at the sawmill of the PitProp Syndicate. He

"Any of you fellows know the country just south of Bordeaux?" he asked, and, as no one responded, he went

on: "I know it a bit, for I have to go through it every year on my trip round the wine exporters. This year a

rather queer thing happened when I was about half an hour's run from Bordeaux; absolutely a trivial thing and

of no importance, you understand, but it puzzled me. Maybe some of you could throw some light on it?"

"Proceed, my dear sir, with your trivial narrative," invited Jelfs, a man sitting at one end of the group. "We

Jelfs was a stockbroker and the professional wit of the party. He was a good soul, but boring. Merriman took

"It was between five and six in the evening," he went on, and he told in some detail of his day's run,

culminating in his visit to the sawmill and his discovery of the alteration in the number of the lorry. He gave

the facts exactly as they had occurred, with the single exception that he made no mention of his meeting with

"Nothing more happened," Merriman returned. "The manager came and gave me some petrol, and I cleared

Jelfs fixed his eyes on the speaker, and gave the little sidelong nod which indicated to the others that another

"You say," he asked impressively, "that the lorry was at first 4 and then 3. Are you sure you haven't made a

"I mean that it's a common enough phenomenon for a No. 4 lorry to change, after lunch, let us say, into No.

"It wasn't fortyanything, you old blighter," he said goodhumoredly. "It was 4 on the road, and 3 at the mill,

"Inconclusive," murmured Jelfs, "entirely inconclusive. But," he persisted, "you must not hold back material

"Oh, stow it, Jelfs," said Hilliard, a thinfaced, eagerlooking young man who had not yet spoken. "Have

"None. I was completely puzzled. I would have mentioned it before, only it seemed to be making a mountain

"I think Jelfs' question should be answered, you know," Drake said critically, and after some more

Shortly after one of the men had to leave to catch his train, and the party broke up. As they left the building

Claud Hilliard was the son of a clergyman in the Midlands, a keen, not to say brilliant student who had

passed through both school and college with distinction, and was already at the age of eightandtwenty

making a name for himself on the headquarters staff of the Customs Department. His thin, eager face, with its

hooked nose, pale blue eyes and light, rather untidylooking hair, formed a true index of his nimble,

somewhat speculative mind. What he did, he did with his might. He was keenly interested in whatever he

took up, showing a tendency, indeed, to ride his hobbies to death. He had a particular penchant for puzzles of

all kinds, and many a knotty problem brought to him as a last court of appeal received a surprisingly rapid

and complete solution. His detractors, while admitting his ingenuity and the almost uncanny rapidity with

which he seized on the essential facts of a case, said he was lacking in staying power, but if this were so, he

He and Merriman had first met on business, when Hilliard was sent to the wine merchants on some matter of

Customs. The acquaintanceship thus formed had ripened into a mild friendship, though the two had not seen

They passed up Coventry Street and across the Circus into Piccadilly. Hilliard had a flat in a side street off

Knightsbridge, while Merriman lived farther west in Kensington. At the door of the flat Hilliard stopped.

"Come in for a last drink, won't you?" he invited. "It's ages since you've been here."

Merriman agreed, and soon the two friends were seated at another open window in the small but comfortable

They chatted for some time, and then Hilliard turned the conversation to the story Merriman had told in the

"You know," he said, knocking the ash carefully off his cigar, "I was rather interested in that tale of yours. It's

quite an intriguing little mystery. I suppose it's not possible that you could have made a mistake about those

"I'm not exactly infallible, and I have, once or twice in my life, made mistakes. But I don't think I made one

this time. You see, the only question is the number at the bridge. The number at the mill is certain. My

attention was drawn to it, and I looked at it too often for there to be the slightest doubt. It was No. 3 as

certainly as I'm alive. But the number at the bridge is different. There was nothing to draw my attention to it,

and I only glanced at it casually. I would say that I was mistaken about it only for one thing. It was a black

figure on a polished brass ground, and I particularly remarked that the black lines were very wide, leaving an

unusually small brass triangle in the center. If I noticed that, it must have been a 4."

"Pretty conclusive, I should say." He paused for a few moments, then moved a little irresolutely. "Don't think

me impertinent, old man," he went on with a sidelong glance, "but I imagined from your manner you were

It was now Merriman's turn to hesitate. Although Madeleine Coburn had been in his thoughts more or less

continuously since he returned to town, he had never mentioned her name, and he was not sure that he wanted

"Not at all" he answered slowly. "I'm a fool to make any mystery of it. I'll tell you. There is a girl there, the

manager's daughter. I met her in the lane when I was following the lorry, and asked her about petrol. She was

frightfully decent; came back with me and told her father what I wanted, and all that. But, Hilliard, here's the

point. She knew! There's something, and she knows it too. She got quite scared when that driver fixed me

with his eyes, and tried to get me away, and she was quite unmistakably relieved when the incident passed.

Then later her father suggested she should see me to the road, and on the way I mentioned the thing said I

was afraid I had upset the driver somehow and she got embarrassed at once, told me the man was

shellshocked, implying that he was queer, and switched off on to another subject so pointedly I had to let it

"Quite a good little mystery," he said. "I suppose the man couldn't have been a relation, or even her fiancee?"

"That occurred to me, and it is possible. But I don't think so. I believe she wanted to try to account for his

"Perhaps she did, but again I don't think so. I have a pretty good knowledge of shellshock, as you know, and

it didn't look like it to me. I don't suggest she wasn't speaking the truth. I mean that this particular action

"There was another thing which might bear in the same direction, or again it may only be my imagination

I'm not sure of it. I told you the manager appeared just in the middle of the little scene, but I forgot to tell you

that the driver went up to him and said something in a low tone, and the manager started and looked at me

and seemed annoyed. But it was very slight and only for a second; I would have noticed nothing only for

what went before. He was quite polite and friendly immediately after, and I may have been mistaken and

"But it works in," Hilliard commented. "If the driver saw what you were looking at and your expression, he

would naturally guess what you had noticed, and he would warn his boss that you had tumbled to it. The

manager would look surprised and annoyed for a moment, then he would see he must divert your suspicion,

They continued discussing the matter for some time longer, and then the conversation turned into other

channels. Finally the clocks chiming midnight aroused Merriman, and he got up and said he must be going.

"Come in tonight about ten if you are doing nothing," it read. "I have a scheme on, and I hope you'll join in

It happened that Merriman was not engaged that evening, and shortly after ten the two men were occupying

the same armchairs at the same open window, their glasses within easy reach and their cigars well under

"And what is your great idea?" Merriman asked when they had conversed for a few moments. "If it's as good

Hilliard moved nervously, as if he found a difficulty in replying. Merriman could see that he was excited, and

"It's about that tale of yours," Hilliard said at length. "I've been thinking it over."

He paused as if in doubt. Merriman felt like Alice when she had heard the mockturtle's story, but he waited

"You told it with a certain amount of hesitation," he said. "You suggested you might be mistaken in thinking

there was anything in it. Now I'm going to make a SUGGESTION with even more hesitation, for it's ten

times wilder than yours, and there is simply nothing to back it up. But here goes all the same."

His indecision had passed now, and he went on fluently and with a certain excitement.

"Here you have a trade with something fishy about it. Perhaps you think that's putting it too strongly; if so, let

us say there is something peculiar about it; something, at all events, to call one's attention to it, as being in

some way out of the common. And when we do think about it, what's the first thing we discover?"

Hilliard looked inquiringly at his friend. The latter sat listening carefully, but did not speak, and Hilliard

"Why, that it's an export trade from France to England an export trade only, mind you. As far as you

learned, these people's boat runs the pitprops to England, but carries nothing back. Isn't that so?"

"They didn't mention return cargoes," Merriman answered, "but that doesn't mean there aren't any. I did not

"But what could there be? What possible thing could be shipped in bulk from this country to the middle of a

wood near Bordeaux? Something, mind you, that you, there at the very place, didn't see. Can you think of

"Well, look here. I've been making inquiries, and I find most of our pitprops come from Norway and the

Baltic. But the ships that bring them don't go back empty. They carry coal. Now do you see?"

It was becoming evident that Hilliard was talking of something quite definite, and Merriman's interest

"I daresay I'm a frightful ass," he said, "but I'm blessed if I know what you're driving at."

"Costs," Hilliard returned. "Look at it from the point of view of costs. Timber in Norway is as plentiful and as

cheap to cut as in the Landes, indeed, possibly cheaper, for there is water there available for power. But your

freight will be much less if you can get a return cargo. Therefore, a priori, it should be cheaper to bring props

"If it costs the same amount to cut the props at each place," Hilliard resumed, "and the Norwegian freight is

lower, the Norwegian props must be cheaper in England. How then do your friends make it pay?"

"Methods more up to date perhaps. Things looked efficient, and that manager seemed pretty wideawake."

"Perhaps, but I doubt it. I don't think you have much to teach the Norwegians about the export of timber.

Mind you, it may be all right, but it seems to me a question if the Bordeaux people have a paying trade."

"But it must pay or they wouldn't go on with it. Mr. Coburn said it was paying well enough."

"Of course he would say so," he cried. "Don't you see that his saying so is in itself suspicious? Why should he

"There is nothing to make me doubt it. See here, Hilliard, I don't for the life of me know what you're getting

"Ah," Hilliard returned with a smile, "you see you weren't brought up in the Customs. Do you know,

Merriman, that the thing of all others we're keenest on is an import trade that doesn't pay?" He paused a

moment, then added slowly: "Because if a trade which doesn't pay is continued, there must be something else

to make it pay. Just think, Merriman. What would make a trade from France to this country pay?"

"And now another thing. Bordeaux, as no one knows better than yourself, is just the center of the brandy

district. You see what I'm getting at. My department would naturally be interested in a mysterious trade from

the Bordeaux district. You accidentally find one. See? Now what do you think of it?"

"I don't think much of it," Merriman answered sharply, while a wave of unreasoning anger passed over him.

The SUGGESTION annoyed him unaccountably. The vision of Madeleine Coburn's clear, honest eyes

returned forcibly to his recollection. "I'm afraid you're out of it this time. If you had seen Miss Coburn you

would have known she is not the sort of girl to lend herself to anything of that kind."

"You think not? Well, perhaps you are right. You've seen her and I haven't. But those two points are at least

"Probably you're right, but the idea interests me. I was going to make a proposal, but I expect now you won't

"Monday week. My partner is away now, but he'll be back on Wednesday. I go next."

"I thought so. I'm going on mine next week taking the motor launch, you know. I had made plans for the

Riviera to go by the Seine, and from there by canal to the Rhone and out at Marseilles. Higginson was

coming with me, but as you know he's crocked up and won't be out of bed for a month. My proposal is that

you come in his place, and that instead of crossing France in the orthodox way by the Seine, we try to work

through from Bordeaux by the Garonne. I don't know if we can do it, but it would be rather fun trying. But

anyway the point would be that we should pay a call at your sawmill on the way, and see if we can learn

"Sounds jolly fascinating." Merriman had quite recovered his good humor. "But I'm not a yachtsman. I know

"Pooh! What do you want to know? We're not sailing, and motoring through these rivers and canals is great

sport. And then we can go on to Monte and any of those places you like. I've done it before and had no end of

"It's jolly decent of you, I'm sure, Hilliard. If you think you can put up with a hopeless landlubber, I'm

Merriman was surprised to find how much he was thrilled by the proposal. He enjoyed boating, though only

very mildly, and it was certainly not the prospect of endless journeyings along the canals and rivers of France

that attracted him. Still less was it the sea, of which he hated the motion. Nor was it the question of the lorry

numbers. He was puzzled and interested in the affair, and he would like to know the solution, but his

curiosity was not desperately keen, and he did not feel like taking a great deal of trouble to satisfy it. At all

events he was not going to do any spying, if that was what Hilliard wanted, for he did not for a moment

accept that smuggling theory. But when they were in the neighborhood he supposed it would be permissible

to call and see the Coburns. Miss Coburn had seemed lonely. It would be decent to try to cheer her up. They

might invite her on board, and have tea and perhaps a run up the river. He seemed to visualize the launch

moving easily between the treeclad banks, Hilliard attending to the engine and steering, he and the

browneyed girl in the taffrail, or the cockpit, or the well, or whatever you sat in on a motor boat. He

pictured a gloriously sunny afternoon, warm and delightful, with just enough air made by the movement to

Hilliard's voice broke in on his thoughts, and he realized his friend had been speaking for some time.

"She's overengined, if anything," he was saying, "but that's all to the good for emergencies. I got fifteen

knots out of her once, but she averages about twelve. And good in a seaway, too. For her size, as dry a boat

"Thirty feet, eight feet beam, draws two feet ten. She'll go down any of the French canals. Two fourcylinder

engines, either of which will run her. Engines and wheel amidships, cabin aft, decked over. Oh, she's a

"But do you mean to tell me you would cross the Bay of Biscay in a boat that size?"

"The Bay's maligned. I've been across it six times and it was only rough once. Of course, I'd keep near the

coast and run for shelter if it came on to blow. You need not worry. She's as safe as a house."

"I'm not worrying about her going to the bottom," Merriman answered. "It's much worse than that. The fact

is," he went on in a burst of confidence, "I can't stand the motion. I'm ill all the time. Couldn't I join you

"I had that in my mind, but I didn't like to suggest it. As a matter of fact it would suit me better. You see, I go

on my holidays a week earlier than you. I don't want to hang about all that time waiting for you. I'll get a man

and take the boat over to Bordeaux, send the man home, and you can come overland and join me there. How

They continued discussing details for the best part of an hour, and when Merriman left for home it had been

arranged that he should follow Hilliard by the night train from Charing Cross on the following Monday week.

Dusk was already falling when the 9 p.m. Continental boattrain pulled out of Charing Cross, with Seymour

Merriman in the corner of a firstclass compartment. It had been a glorious day of clear atmosphere and

brilliant sunshine, and there was every prospect of a spell of good weather. Now, as the train rumbled over

the bridge at the end of the station, sky and river presented a gorgeous color scheme of crimson and pink and

gold, shading off through violet and gray to nearly black. Through the latticing of the girders the great

buildings on the northern bank showed up for a moment against the light beyond, dark and somber masses

with nicked and serrated tops, then, the river crossed, nearer buildings intervened to cut off the view, and the

The little pleasurable excitement which Merriman had experienced when first the trip had been suggested had

not waned as the novelty of the idea passed. Not since he was a boy at school had he looked forward so

keenly to holidays. The launch, for one thing, would be a new experience. He had never been on any kind of

cruise. The nearest approach had been a couple of days' yachting on the Norfolk Broads, but he had found

that monotonous and boring, and had been glad when it was over. But this, he expected, would be different.

He delighted in poking about abroad, not in the great cosmopolitan hotels, which after all are very much the

same all the world over, but where he came in contact with actual foreign life. And how better could a

country be seen than by slowly motoring through its waterways? Merriman was well pleased with the

And then there would be Hilliard. Merriman had always enjoyed his company, and he felt he would be an

ideal companion on a tour. It was true Hilliard had got a bee in his bonnet about this lorry affair. Merriman

was mildly interested in the thing, but he would never have dreamed of going back to the sawmill to

investigate. But Hilliard seemed quite excited about it. His attitude, no doubt, might be partly explained by

his love of puzzles and mysteries. Perhaps also he half believed in his absurd SUGGESTION about the

smuggling, or at least felt that if it were true there was the chance of his making some coup which would also

make his name. How a man's occupation colors his mind! thought Merriman. Here was Hilliard, and because

he was in the Customs his ideas ran to Customs operations, and when he came across anything he did not

understand he at once suggested smuggling. If he had been a soldier he would have guessed gunrunning,

and if a politician, a means of bringing anarchist literature into the country. Well, he had not seen Madeleine

Coburn! He would soon drop so absurd a notion when he had met her. The idea of her being party to such a

However, Hilliard insisted on going to the mill, and he, Merriman, could then pay that call on the Coburns. It

would not be polite to be in the neighborhood and not do so. And it would be impossible to call without

asking Miss Coburn to come on the river. As the train rumbled on through the rapidly darkening country

Merriman began once again to picture the details of that excursion. No doubt they could have tea on board. . .

. He mustn't forget to buy some decent cakes in Bordeaux. . . . Perhaps she would help him to get it ready

while Hilliard steered and pottered over his old engines. . . . He could just imagine her bending over a tea

tray, her graceful figure, the little brown tendrils of her hair at the edge of her tamo'shanter, her brown eyes

Dover came unexpectedly soon and Merriman had to postpone the further consideration of his plans until he

had gone on board the boat and settled down in a corner of the smoker room. There, however, he fell asleep,

"He reached Paris just before six and drove to the Gare d'Orsay, where he had time for a bath and breakfast

before catching the 7.50 a.m. express for Bordeaux. Again it was a perfect day, and as the hours passed and

they ran steadily southward through the pleasing but monotonous central plain of France, the heat grew more

and more oppressive. Poitiers was hot, Angouleme an oven, and Merriman was not sorry when at a quarter to

five they came in sight of the Garonne at the outskirts of Bordeaux and a few moments later pulled up in the

"Hallo, old man," he cried. "Jolly to see you. Give me one of your handbags. I've got a taxi outside."

Merriman handed over the smaller of the two small suitcases he carried, having, in deference to Hilliard's

warnings, left behind most of the things he wanted to bring. They found the taxi and drove out at once across

the great stone bridge leading from the Bastide Station and suburb on the east bank to the main city on the

west. In front of them lay the huge concave sweep of quays fronting the Garonne, here a river of over a

quarter of a mile in width, with behind the massed buildings of the town, out of which here and there rose

church spires and, farther downstream, the three imposing columns of the Place des Quinconces.

"Some river, this," Merriman said, looking up and down the great sweep of water.

"Rather. I have the Swallow 'longside a private wharf farther upstream. Rather tumbledown old shanty, but

it's easier than mooring in the stream and rowing out. We'll go and leave your things aboard, and then we can

Having crossed the bridge they turned to the left, upstream, and ran along the quays towards the south. After

passing the railway bridge the taxi swung down towards the water's edge, stopping at a somewhat decrepit

enclosure, over the gate of which was the legend "Andre Leblanc, Location de Canots." Hilliard jumped out,

It was a small place, with a wooden quay along the river frontage and a shed at the opposite side. Between the

two lay a number of boats. Trade appeared to be bad, for there was no life about the place and everything was

"There she is," Hilliard cried, with a ring of pride in his voice. "Isn't she a beauty?"

The Swallow was tied up alongside the wharf, her bow upstream, and lay tugging at her mooring ropes in the

swift run of the ebb tide. Merriman's first glance at her was one of disappointment. He had pictured a graceful

craft of wellpolished wood, with white deck planks, shining brasswork and cushioned seats. Instead he saw

a squarebuilt, clumsylooking boat, painted, where the paint was not worn off, a sickly greenish white, and

giving a general impression of dirt and want of attention. She was flushdecked, and sat high in the water,

with a freeboard of nearly five feet. A little forward of amidships was a small deck cabin containing a brass

wheel and binnacle. Aft of the cabin, in the middle of the open space of the deck, was a skylight, the top of

which formed two short seats placed back to back. Forward rose a stumpy mast carrying a lantern cage near

the top, and still farther forward, almost in the bows, lay an unexpectedly massive anchor, housed in grids,

"We had a bit of a blow coming round the Coubre into the river," Hilliard went on enthusiastically, "and I tell

you she didn't ship a pint. The cabin bone dry, and green water coming over her all the time."

Merriman could believe it. Though his temporary home was not beautiful, he could see that she was strong;

in fact, she was massive. But he thanked his stars he had not assisted in the test. He shuddered at the very

idea, thinking gratefully that to reach Bordeaux the ParisOrleans Railway was good enough for him.

But, realizing it was expected of him, he began praising the boat, until the unsuspecting Hilliard believed him

They descended a flight of steps let into the front of the wharf, wet, slippery, oozecovered steps left bare by

"This is the charthouse, shelter, and companionway all in one," Hilliard explained. "All the engine controls

come up here, and I can reach them with my left hand while steering with my right." He demonstrated as he

spoke, and Merriman could not but agree that the arrangements were wonderfully compact and efficient.

"Come below now," went on the proud owner, disappearing down a steep flight of steps against one wall of

The hull was divided into three compartments; amidships the engine room with its twin engines, forward a

store containing among other things a collapsible boat, and aft a cabin with lockers on each side, a folding

The woodwork was painted the same greenish white as the outside, but it was soiled and dingy, and the whole

place looked dirty and untidy. There was a smell of various oils, paraffin predominating.

"You take the port locker," Hilliard explained. "You see, the top of it lifts and you can stow your things in it.

When there are only two of us we sleep on the lockers. You'll find a sheet and blankets inside. There's a

board underneath that turns up to keep you in if she's rolling; not that we shall want it until we get to the

Mediterranean. I'm afraid," he went on, answering Merriman's unspoken thought, "the place is not very tidy. I

hadn't time to do much squaring I'll tell you about that later. I suppose" reluctantly "we had better turn

to and clean up a bit before we go to bed. But" brightening up again "not now. Let's go up town and get

He fussed about, explaining with the loving and painstaking minuteness of the designer as well as the owner,

the various contraptions the boat contained, and when he had finished, Merriman felt that, could he but

remember his instructions, there were few situations with which he could not cope or by which he could be

A few minutes later the two friends climbed once more up the slippery steps, and, strolling slowly up the

Since Merriman's arrival Hilliard had talked vivaciously, and his thin, hawklike face had seemed even more

eager than the wine merchant had ever before seen it. At first the latter had put it down to the natural interest

of his own arrival, the showing of the boat to a newcomer, and the start of the cruise generally, but as dinner

progressed he began to feel there must be some more tangible cause for the excitement his friend was so

"Wrong with you. Here you are, jumping about as if you were on pins and needles and gabbling at the rate of

"I'm not excited," Hilliard returned seriously, "but I admit being a little interested by what has happened since

we parted that night in London. I haven't told you yet. I was waiting until we had finished dinner and could

Leaving the restaurant, they strolled to the Place des Quinconces, crossed it, and entered the Jardin Public.

The band was not playing and, though there were a number of people about, the place was by no means

crowded, and they were able to find under a large tree set back a little from one of the walks, two vacant

chairs. Here they sat down, enjoying the soft evening air, warm but no longer too warm, and watching the

"Yes," Hilliard resumed as he lit a cigar, "I have had quite an INTERESTING time. You shall hear. I got hold

of Maxwell of the telephones, who is a yachtsman, and who was going to Spain on holidays. Well, the boat

was laid up at Southampton, and we got down about midday on Monday week. We spent that day

overhauling her and getting in stores, and on Tuesday we ran down Channel, putting into Dartmouth for the

night and to fill with petrol. Next day was our big day across to Brest, something like 170 miles, mostly

open sea, and with Ushant at the end of it a beastly place, generally foggy and always with bad currents.

We intended to wait in the Dart for good weather, and we wired the Meteorological Office for forecasts. It

happened that on Tuesday night there was a firstrate forecast, so on Wednesday we decided to risk it. We

slipped out past the old castle at Dartmouth at 5 a.m., had a topping run, and were in Brest at seven that

evening. There we filled up again, and next day, Thursday, we made St. Nazaire, at the mouth of the Loire.

We had intended to make a long day of it on Friday and come fight here, but as I told you it came on to blow

a bit off the Coubre, and we could only make the mouth of the river. We put into a little place called Le

Verdon, just inside the Pointe de Grave that's the end of that fork of land on the southern side of the

Gironde estuary. On Saturday we got here about midday, hunted around, found that old wharf and moored.

"Yes, we hadn't bad luck," he resumed. "But that really wasn't what I wanted to tell you about. I had brought

a fishing rod and outfit, and on Sunday I took a car and drove out along the Bayonne Road until I came to

your bridge over that river the Lesque I find it is. I told the chap to come back for me at six, and I walked

down the river and did a bit of prospecting. The works were shut, and by keeping the mill building between

me and the manager's house, I got close up and had a good look round unobserved at least, I think I was

unobserved. Well, I must say the whole business looked genuine. There's no question those tree cuttings are

pitprops, and I couldn't see a single thing in the slightest degree suspicious."

"I know you did, but wait a minute. I got back to the forest again in the shelter of the mill building, and I

walked around through the trees and chose a place for what I wanted to do next morning. I had decided to

spend the day watching the lorries going to and from the works, and I naturally wished to remain unobserved

myself. The wood, as you know, is very open. The trees are thick, but there is very little undergrowth, and it's

nearly impossible to get decent cover. But at last I found a little hollow with a mound between it and the lane

and road just a mere irregularity in the surface like what a Tommy would make when he began to dig

himself in. I thought I could lie there unobserved, and see what went on with my glass. I have a very good

prism monocular twentyfive diameter magnification, with a splendid definition. From my hollow I could

just see through the trees vehicles passing along the main road, but I had a fairly good view of the lane for at

least half its length. The view, of course, was broken by the stems, but still I should be able to tell if any

games were tried on. I made some innocent looking markings so as to find the place again, and then went

Hilliard paused and drew at his cigar. Merriman did not speak. He was leaning forward, his face showing the

"Next morning, that was yesterday, I took another taxi and returned to the bridge, again dressed as a

fisherman. I had brought some lunch, and I told the man to return for me at seven in the evening. Then I

found my hollow, lay down and got out my glass. I was settled there a little before nine o'clock.

"It was very quiet in the wood. I could hear faintly the noise of the saws at the mill and a few birds were

singing, otherwise it was perfectly still. Nothing happened for about half an hour, then the first lorry came. I

heard it for some time before I saw it. It passed very slowly along the road from Bordeaux, then turned into

the lane and went along it at almost walking pace. With my glass I could see it distinctly and it had a label

plate same as you described, and was No. 6. It was empty. The driver was a young man, cleanshaven and

"A few minutes later a second empty lorry appeared coming from Bordeaux. It was No. 4, and the driver was,

I am sure, the man you saw. He was like your description of him at all events. This lorry also passed along

"There was a pause then for an hour or more. About halfpast ten the No. 4 lorry with your friend appeared

coming along the lane outward bound. It was heavily loaded with firewood and I followed it along, going

very slowly and bumping over the inequalities of the lane. When it got to a point about a hundred yards from

the road, at, I afterwards found, an S curve which cut off the view in both directions, it stopped and the driver

got down. I need not tell you that I watched him carefully and, Merriman, what do you, think I saw him do?"

"Change the number plate!" repeated Hilliard. "As I'm alive, that's exactly what he did. First on one side and

then on the other. He changed the 4 to a 1. He took the 1 plates out of his pocket and put the 4 plates back

instead, and the whole thing just took a couple of seconds, as if the plates slipped ln and out of a holder. Then

"Isn't it? Well, that lorry went on out of sight. I waited there until after six, and four more passed. About

eleven o'clock No. 6 with the cleanshaven driver passed out, loaded, so far as I could see, with firewood.

That was the one that passed in empty at nine. Then there was a pause until half past two, when your friend

returned with his lorry. It was empty this time, and it was still No. 1. But I'm blessed, Merriman, if he didn't

"It only took a couple of seconds, and then the machine lumbered on towards the mill. I was pretty excited, I

can tell you, but I decided to sit tight and await developments. The next thing was the return of No. 6 lorry

and the cleanshaven driver. You remember it had started out loaded at about eleven. It came back empty

shortly after the other, say about a quarter to three. It didn't stop and there was no change made with its

number. Then there was another pause. At half past three your friend came out again with another load. This

time he was driving No. 1, and I waited to see him stop and change it. But he didn't do either. Sailed away

"I stayed where I was, still watching, but I saw no more lorries. But I saw Miss Coburn pass about ten

minutes later at least I presume it was Miss Coburn. She was dressed in brown, and was walking smartly

along the lane towards the road. In about an hour she passed back. Then about five minutes past five some

workmen went by evidently the day ends at five. I waited until the coast was clear, then went down to the

lane and had a look round where the lorry had stopped and saw it was a double bend and therefore the most

hidden point. I walked back through the wood to the bridge, picked up my taxi and got back here about half

There was silence for some minutes after Hilliard ceased speaking, then Merriman asked:

"Yes; an hour and a half, the same out, and an hour in the city. Yes, that part of it is evidently right enough."

"Do you think that driver mightn't have some private game of his own on be somehow doing the

"What about your own argument?" answered Hilliard. "Is it likely Miss Coburn would join the driver in

"That's right," he agreed, continuing slowly: "Supposing for a moment it was smuggling. How would that

The two men smoked silently, each busy with his thoughts. A certain aspect of the matter which had always

lain subconsciously in Merriman's mind was gradually taking concrete form. It had not assumed much

importance when the two friends were first discussing their trip, but now that they were actually at grips with

the affair it was becoming more obtrusive, and Merriman felt it must be faced. He therefore spoke again.

"You know, old man, there's one thing I'm not quite clear about. This affair that you've discovered is

extraordinarily INTERESTING and all that, but I'm hanged if I can see what business of ours it is."

"I know," he answered quickly. "The same thing has been bothering me. I felt really mean yesterday when

that girl came by, as if I were spying on her, you know. I wouldn't care to do it again. But I want to go on to

"We both do," Hilliard reiterated firmly, "and we're both justified. See here. Take my case first. I'm in the

Customs Department, and it is part of my job to investigate suspicious import trades. Am I not justified in

trying to find out if smuggling is going on? Of course I am. Besides, Merriman, I can't pretend not to know

that if I brought such a thing to light I should be a made man. Mind you, we're not out to do these people any

"That may be all right for you, but I can't see that the affair is any business of mine."

"I think it is." Hilliard spoke very quietly. "I think it's your business and mine the business of any decent

"In Heaven's name, what do you mean, Hilliard?" he cried fiercely. "What possible danger could she be in?"

"Well, suppose there is something wrong only suppose, I say," as the other shook his head impatiently. "If

there is, it'll be on a big scale, and therefore the men who run it won't be over squeamish. Again, if there's

anything, Miss Coburn knows about it. Oh, yes, she does," he repeated as Merriman would have dissented,

"there is your own evidence. But if she knows about some large, shady undertaking, she undoubtedly may be

in both difficulty and danger. At all events, as long as the chance exists it's up to us to make sure."

Merriman rose to his feet and began to pace up and down, his head bent and a frown on his face. Hilliard took

"You may be right," he said. "I'll go with you to find that out, and that only. But I'll not do any spying."

Hilliard was satisfied with his diplomacy. "I quite see your point," he said smoothly, "and I confess I think

you are right. We'll go and take a look round, and if we find things are all right we'll come away again and

"I think tomorrow we should take the boat round to the Lesque. It's a good long run and we mustn't be late

"The tide begins to ebb at four. By five we shall get the best of its run. We should be out of the river by nine,

and in the Lesque by four in the afternoon. Though that mill is only seventeen miles from here as the crow

flies, it's a frightful long way round by sea, most of 130 miles, I should say." Hilliard looked at his watch.

They left the Jardin, and, sauntering slowly through the welllighted streets, reached the launch and went on

Merriman was roused next morning by the feeling rather than the sound of stealthy movements going on not

far away. He had not speedily slept after turning in. The novelty of his position, as well as the cramped and

somewhat knobby bed made by the locker, and the smell of oils, had made him restless. But most of all the

conversation be had had with Hilliard had banished sleep, and he had lain thinking over the adventure to

which they had committed themselves, and listening to the little murmurings and gurglings of the water

running past the piles and lapping on the woodwork beside his head. The launch kept slightly on the move,

swinging a little backwards and f0rwards in the current as it alternately tightened and slackened its mooring

ropes, and occasionally quivering gently as it touched the wharf. Three separate times Merriman had heard

the hour chimed by the city clocks, and then at last a delightful drowsiness crept over him, and consciousness

had gradually slipped away. But immediately this shuffling had begun, and with a feeling of injury he roused

himself to learn the cause. Opening his eyes he found the cabin was full of light from the dancing reflections

of sunlit waves on the ceiling, and that Hilliard, dressing on the opposite locker, was the author of the sounds

"Good!" cried the latter cheerily. "You're awake? Quarter to five and a fine day."

"Couldn't be," Merriman returned, stretching himself luxuriously. "I heard it strike two not ten seconds ago."

"Well, it's time we were under way anyhow," he declared. "Tide's running out this hour. We'll get a fine lift

"Rather. But I vote we wait an hour or so until we're clear of the town. I fancy the water will be more inviting

lower down. We could stop and have a swim, and then we should be ready for breakfast."

"Righto. You get way on her, or whatever you do, and I shall have a shot at clearing up some of the mess

Hilliard left the cabin, and presently a racketing noise and vibration announced that the engines had been

started. This presently subsided into a not unpleasing hum, after which a hail came from forward.

Merriman hurriedly completed his dressing and went on deck, stopping in spite of himself to look around

before attending to the ropes. The sun was low down over the opposite bank, and transformed the whole river

down to the railway bridge into a sheet of blinding light. Only the southern end of the great structure was

visible stretching out of the radiance, as well as the houses on the western bank, but these showed out with

incredible sharpness in high lights and dark shadows. From where they were lying they could not see the

great curve of the quays, and the town in spite of the brilliancy of the atmosphere looked drab and

He started the screw, and kept the launch alongside the wharf while Merriman cast off first the bow and then

the stern ropes. Then, steering out towards the middle of the river, he swung round and they began to slip

After passing beneath the huge mass of the railway bridge they got a better view of the city, its rather

unimposing buildings clustering on the great curve of the river to the left, and with the fine stone bridge over

which they had driven on the previous evening stretching across from bank to bank in front of them. Slipping

through one of its seventeen arches, they passed the long lines of quays with their attendant shipping, until

About a dozen miles below the town Hilliard shut off the engines, and when the launch had come to rest on

the swift current they had a glorious dip in turn. Then the odor of hot ham mingled in the cabin with those

of paraffin and burned petrol, and they had an even more glorious breakfast. Finally the engines were

About nine they got their first glimpse of the sea horizon, and, shortly after, a slight heave gave Merriman a

foretaste of what he must soon expect. The sea was like a mill pond, but as they came out from behind the

Pointe de Grave they began to feel the effect of the long, slow ocean swell. As soon as he dared Hilliard

turned southwards along the coast. This brought the swells abeam, but so large were they in relation to the

launch that she hardly rolled, but was raised and lowered bodily on an almost even keel. Though Merriman

was not actually ill, he was acutely unhappy and experienced a thrill of thanksgiving when, about five

"Must go slowly here," Hilliard explained, as the banks began to draw together. "There's no sailing chart of

For some two miles they passed through a belt of sand dunes, great yellow hillocks shaded with dark green

where grasses had seized a precarious foothold. Behind these the country grew flatter, and small,

blightedlooking shrubs began to appear, all leaning eastwards in witness of the devastating winds which

blew in from the sea. Farther on these gave place to stunted trees, and by the time they had gone ten or twelve

miles they were in the pine forest. Presently they passed under a girder bridge, carrying the railway from

"We can't be far from the mill now," said Hilliard a little later. "I reckoned it must be about three miles above

They were creeping up very slowly against the current. The engines, running easily, were making only a

subdued murmur inaudible at any considerable distance. The stream here was narrow, not more than about a

hundred yards across, and the tall, straightstemmed pines grew down to the water's edge on either side.

Already, though it was only seven o'clock, it was growing dusk in the narrow channel, and Hilliard was

Some five minutes later they steered close in against a rapidly shelving bit of bank, and silently lowered the

"Jove! I'm glad to have that anchor down," Hilliard remarked, stretching himself. "Here's eight o'clock, and

we've been at it since five this morning. Let's have supper and a pipe, and then we'll discuss our plans."

"And what are your plans?" Merriman asked, when an hour later they were lying on their lockers, Hilliard

"Tomorrow I thought of going up in the collapsible boat until I came to the works, then landing on the other

bank and watching what goes on at the mill. I thought of taking my glass and keeping cover myself. After

what you said last night you probably won't care to come, and I was going to suggest that if you cared to fish

you would find everything you wanted in that forward locker. In the evening we could meet here and I would

"Look here, old man," he said, "I'm sorry I was a bit ratty last night. I don't know what came over me. I've

been thinking of what you said, and I agree that your view is the right one. I've decided that if you'll have me,

I'm in this thing until we're both satisfied there's nothing going to hurt either Miss Coburn or our own

"Cheers!" he cried. "I'm jolly glad you feel that way. That's all I want to do too. But I can't pretend my

motives are altogether disinterested. Just think of the kudos for us both if there should be something."

Next morning the two friends got out the collapsible boat, locked up the launch, and paddling gently up the

river until the galvanized gable of the Coburns' house came in sight through the trees, went ashore on the

opposite bank. The boat they took to pieces and hid under a fallen trunk, then, screened by the trees, they

It was still not much after seven, another exquisitely clear morning giving promise of more heat. The wood

was silent though there was a faint stir of life all around them, the hum of invisible insects, the distant singing

of birds as well as the murmur of the flowing water. Their footsteps fell soft on the carpet of scant grass and

decaying pine needles. There seemed a hush over everything, as if they were wandering amid the pillars of

some vast cathedral with, instead of incense, the aromatic smell of the pines in their nostrils. They walked on,

repressing the desire to step on tiptoe, until through the trees they could see across the river the galvanized

A little bit higher upstream the clearing of the trees had allowed some stunted shrubs to cluster on the river

bank. These appearing to offer good cover, the two men crawled forward and took up a position in their

The bank they were on was at that point slightly higher than on the opposite side, giving them an excellent

view of the wharf and mill as well as of the clearing generally. The ground, as has already been stated, was in

the shape of a D, the river bounding the straight side. About halfway up this straight side was the mill, and

about halfway between it and the top were the shrubs behind which the watchers were seated. At the

opposite side of the mill from the shrubs, at the bottom of the D pillar, the Coburns' house stood on a little

"Jolly good observation post, this," Hilliard remarked as he stretched himself at ease and laid his glass on the

"There doesn't seem to be much to miss at present," Merriman answered, looking idly over the deserted

About a quarter to eight a man appeared where the lane from the road debouched into the clearing. He walked

towards the shed, to disappear presently behind it. Almost immediately blue smoke began issuing from the

metal chimney in the shed roof. It was evident he had come before the others to get up steam.

In about half an hour those others arrived, about fifteen men in all, a roughlooking lot in laborers' kit. They

also vanished behind the shed, but most of them reappeared almost immediately, laden with tools, and,

separating into groups, moved off to the edge of the clearing. Soon work was in full swing. Trees were being

cut down by one gang, the branches lopped off fallen trunks by another, while a third was loading up and

running the stripped stems along a Decauville railway to the shed. Almost incessantly the thin screech of the

saws rose penetratingly above the sounds of hacking and chopping and the calls of men.

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"There doesn't seem to be much wrong here," Merriman said when they had surveyed the scene for nearly an

"No," Hilliard agreed, "and there didn't seem to be much wrong when I inspected the place on Sunday. But

there can't be anything obviously wrong. If there is anything, in the nature of things it won't be easy to find."

About nine o'clock Mr. Coburn, dressed in gray flannel, emerged from his house and crossed the grass to the

mill. He remained there for a few minutes, then they saw him walking to the workers at the forest edge. He

spent some moments with each gang, afterwards returning to his house. For nearly an hour things went on as

before, and then Mr. Coburn reappeared at his hall door, this time accompanied by his daughter. Both were

dressed extraordinarily well for such a backwater of civilization, he with a gray Homburg hat and gloves, she

as before in brown, but in a wellcut coat and skirt and a smart toque and motoring veil. Both were carrying

dust coats. Mr. Coburn drew the door to, and they walked towards the mill and were lost to sight behind it.

Some minutes passed, and between the screaming of the saws the sound of a motor engine became audible.

After a further delay a Ford car came out from behind the shed and moved slowly over the uneven sward

Hilliard had been following every motion through his glass, and he now thrust the instrument into his

"Look, Merriman. Is that the lorry driver you saw?" Merriman focused the glass on the chauffeur and

recognized him instantly. It was the same dark, aquilinefeatured man who had stared at him so resentfully

"By Jove, what an extraordinary stroke of luck!" Hilliard went on eagerly. "All three of them that know you

out of the way! We can go down to the place now and ask for Mr. Coburn, and maybe we shall have a chance

They crawled away from their point of vantage into the wood, and retracing their steps to the boat, put it

together and carried it to the river. Then rowing upstream, they reached the end of the wharf, where a flight

of wooden steps came down into the stream. Here they went ashore, after making the painter fast to the

The front of the wharf, they had seen from the boat, was roughly though strongly made. At the actual edge,

there was a row of almost vertical piles, pine trees driven unsquared. Behind these was a second row, inclined

inwards. The feet of both rows seemed to be pretty much in the same line, but the tops of the raking row were

about six feet behind the others, the arrangement, seen from the side, being like a V of which one leg is

vertical. These tops were connected by beams, supporting a timber floor. Behind the raking piles rough tree

stems had been laid on the top of each other horizontally to hold back the earth filled behind them. The front

Parallel to the front and about fifty feet behind it was the wall of the shed. It was pierced by four doors, all of

which were closed, but out of each of which ran a line of narrow gauge railway. These lines were continued

to the front of the wharf and there connected up by turntables to a cross line, evidently with the idea that a

continuous service of loaded trucks could be sent out of one door, discharged, and returned as empties

When they had seen all that the wharf appeared to offer, they walked round the end of the shed. At the back

were a number of doors, and through these also narrow gauge lines were laid which connected with those

radiating to the edge of the clearing. Everywhere between the lines were stacks of pitprops as well as blocks

and cuttings. Three or four of the doors were open, and in front of one of them, talking to someone in the

Presently he turned and saw them. Immediately they advanced and Hilliard accosted him.

"No, monsieur," the man answered civilly, "he has gone into Bordeaux. He won't be back until the

"That's unfortunate for us," Hilliard returned conversationally. "My friend and I were passing up the river on

our launch, and we had hoped to have seen him. However, we shall get hold of him later. This is a fine works

The man smiled. He seemed a superior type to the others and was evidently a foreman.

"Not so bad, monsieur. We have four saws, but only two are running today." He pointed to the door behind

him as he spoke, and the two friends passed in as if to have an idle look round.

The interior was fitted up like that of any other sawmill, but the same element of design and efficiency

seemed apparent here as elsewhere. The foreman explained the process. The lopped trunks from the wood

came in by one of two roads through a large door in the center of the building. Outside each road was a saw,

its axle running parallel to the roads. The logs were caught in grabs, slung on to the table of the saws and,

moving automatically all the time, were cut into lengths of from seven to ten feet. The pieces passed for props

were dumped on to a conveyor which ran them out of the shed to be stacked for seasoning and export. The

rejected pieces by means of another conveyor moved to the third and fourth saws, where they were cut into

blocks for firewood, being finally delivered into two large bins ready for loading on to the lorries.

The friends exhibited sufficient nontechnical interest to manage to spend a good deal of time over their

survey, drawing out the foreman in conversation and seeing as much as they could. At one end of the shed

was the boiler house and engine room, at the other the office, with between it and the mill proper a spacious

garage in which, so they were told, the six lorries belonging to the syndicate were housed. Three machines

were there, two lying up empty, the third, with engine running and loaded with blocks, being ready to start.

They would have liked to examine the number plate, but in the presence of the foreman it was hardly

possible. Finally they walked across the clearing to where felling and lopping was in progress, and inspected

the operations. When they left shortly after with a promise to return to meet Mr. Coburn, there was not much

"That business is just as right as rain," Merriman declared when they were once more in the boat. "And that

foreman's all right too. I'd stake my life he wasn't hiding anything. He's not clever enough for one thing."

"So I think too," Hilliard admitted. "And yet, what about the game with the number plates? What's the idea of

"I don't know. But all the same I'll take my oath there's nothing wrong about the timber trade. It's no go,

"I feel very like it," the other replied as he sucked moodily at his pipe. "We'll watch for another day or so, and

But that very evening an incident occurred which, though trifling, revived all their suspicions and threw them

Believing that the Coburns would by that time have returned, they left the launch about five o'clock to call.

Reaching the edge of the clearing almost directly behind the house, they passed round the latter and rang.

The door was opened by Miss Coburn herself. It happened that the sun was shining directly in her eyes, and

"You are the gentlemen who wished to see Mr. Coburn, I presume?" she said before Merriman could speak.

"Don't you remember me, Miss Coburn?" he said earnestly. "I had the pleasure of meeting you in May, when

Miss Coburn looked at him more carefully, and her manner, which had up to then been polite, but coolly

selfcontained, suddenly changed. Her face grew dead white and she put her hand sharply to her side, as

though to check the rapid beating of her heart. For a moment she seemed unable to speak, then, recovering

herself with a visible effort, she answered in a voice that trembled in spite of herself:

"Mr. Merriman, isn't it? Of course I remember. Won't you come in? My father will be back directly."

She was rapidly regaining selfcontrol, and by the time Merriman had presented Hilliard her manner had

become almost normal. She led the way to a comfortably furnished sittingroom looking out over the river.

"Hilliard and I are on a motor launch tour across France," Merriman went on. "He worked from England

down the coast to Bordeaux, where I joined him, and we hope eventually to cross the country to the

"Yes, it's very jolly doing these rivers and canals," Hilliard interposed. "I have spent two or three holidays

As they chatted on in the pleasant room the girl seemed completely to have recovered her composure, and yet

Merriman could not but realize a constraint in her manner, and a look of anxiety in her clear brown eyes. That

something was disturbing her there could be no doubt, and that something appeared to be not unconnected

with himself. But, he reasoned, there was nothing connected with himself that could cause her anxiety, unless

it really was that matter of the number plates. He became conscious of an almost overwhelming desire to

share her trouble whatever it might be, to let her understand that so far from willingly causing a shadow to

fall across her path there were few things he would not do to give her pleasure; indeed, he began to long to

Presently a step in the hall announced Mr. Coburn's return. "In here, daddy," his daughter called, and the

Whether by accident or design it happened that Miss Coburn was seated directly opposite the door, while her

two visitors were placed where they were screened by the door itself from the view of anyone entering.

Hilliard, his eyes on the girl's face as her father came in, intercepted a glance of what seemed to be warning.

His gaze swung round to the newcomer, and here again he noticed a start of surprise and anxiety as Mr.

Coburn recognized his visitor. But in this case it was so quickly over that had he not been watching intently

he would have missed it. However, slight though it was, it undoubtedly seemed to confirm the other

indications which pointed to the existence of some secret in the life of these two, a secret shared apparently

by the goodlooking driver and connected in some way with the lorry number plates.

Mr. Coburn was very polite, suave and polished as an accomplished man of the world. But his manner was

not really friendly; in fact, Hilliard seemed to sense a veiled hostility. A few deft questions put him in

possession of the travelers ostensible plans, which he discussed with some interest.

"But," he said to Hilliard, "I am afraid you are in error in coming up this River Lesque. The canal you want to

get from here is the Midi, it enters the Mediterranean not far from Narbonne. But the connection from this

side is from the Garonne. You should have gone upstream to Langon, nearly forty miles above Bordeaux."

"We had hoped to go from still farther south," Hilliard answered. "We have penetrated a good many of the

rivers, or rather I have, and we came up here to see the sanddunes and forests of the Landes, which are new

"I am glad at all events that your researches have brought you into our neighborhood. We do not come across

many visitors here, and it is pleasant occasionally to speak one's own language to someone outside one's

household. If you will put up with potluck I am sure we should both be glad " he looked at his daughter"

if you would wait and take some dinner with us now. Tomorrow you could explore the woods, which are

really worth seeing though monotonous, and if you are at all interested I should like to show you our little

works. But I warn you the affair is my hobby, as well as my business for the time being, and I am apt to

assume others have as great an interest in it as myself. You must not let me bore you."

Hilliard, suspicious and critically observant, wondered if he had not interrupted a second rapid look between

father and daughter. He could not be sure, but at all events the girl hastened to second her father's invitation.

"I hope you will wait for dinner," she said. "As he says, we see so few people, and particularly so few

English, that it would be doing us a kindness. I'm afraid that's not very complimentary" she laughed

They stayed and enjoyed themselves. Mr. Coburn proved himself an entertaining host, and his conversation,

though satirical, was worth listening to. He and Hilliard talked, while Merriman, who was something of a

musician, tried over songs with Miss Coburn. Had it not been for an uneasy feeling that they were to some

extent playing the part of spies, the evening would have been a delight to the visitors.

Before they left for the launch it was arranged that they should stay over the following day, lunch with the

Coburns, and go for a tramp through the forest in the afternoon. They took their leave with cordial

"I say, Merriman," Hilliard said eagerly as they strolled back through the wood, "did you notice how your

sudden appearance upset them both? There can be no further doubt about it, there's something. What it may

"Not wrong in the sense you mean, no," Hilliard agreed quickly, "but wrong for all that. Now that I have met

Miss Coburn I can see that your estimate of her was correct. But anyone with half an eye could see also that

she is frightened and upset about something. There's something wrong, and she wants a helping hand."

"Damn you, Hilliard, how you talk," Merriman growled with a sudden wave of unreasoning rage. "There's

nothing wrong and no need for our meddling. Let us clear out and go on with our trip."

"And miss our lunch and excursion with the Coburns tomorrow?" he asked maliciously.

"You know well enough what I mean," Merriman answered irritably. "Let's drop this childish tomfoolery

about plots and mysteries and try to get reasonably sane again. Here," he went on fiercely as the other

demurred, "I'll tell you what I'll do if you like. I'll have no more suspicions or spying, but I'll ask her if there

is anything wrong: say I thought there was from her manner and ask her the direct question. Will that please

"And get well snubbed for your pains?" Hilliard returned. "You've tried that once already. Why did you not

persist in your inquiries about the number plate when she told you about the driver's shellshock?"

"I'll tell you," he answered slowly, and instinctively he lowered his voice. "I'll tell you what we must do. We

must see their steamer loaded. I've been thinking it over. We must see what, if anything, goes on board that

Merriman only grunted in reply, but Hilliard, realizing his condition, was satisfied.

And Merriman, lying awake that night on the port locker of the Swallow, began himself to realize his

condition, and to understand that his whole future life and happiness lay between the dainty hands of

Next morning found both the friends moody and engrossed with their own thoughts.

Merriman was lost in contemplation of the new factor which had come into his life. It was not the first time

he had fancied himself in love. Like most men of his age he had had affairs of varying seriousness, which in

due time had run their course and died a natural death. But this, he felt, was different. At last he believed he

had met the one woman, and the idea thrilled him with awe and exultation, and filled his mind to the

Hilliard's preoccupation was different. He was considering in detail his idea that if a close enough watch

could be kept on the loading of the syndicate's ship it would at least settle the smuggling question. He did not

think that any article could be shipped in sufficient bulk to make the trade pay, unnoticed by a skilfully

concealed observer. Even if the commodity were a liquid brandy, for example sent aboard through a

But two unexpected difficulties had arisen since last night. Firstly, they had made friends with the Coburns.

Excursions with them were in contemplation, and one had actually been arranged for that very day. While in

the neighborhood they had been asked virtually to make the manager's house their headquarters, and it was

evidently expected that the two parties should see a good deal of each other. Under these circumstances how

And then it occurred to Hilliard that here, perhaps, was evidence of design; that this very difficulty had been

deliberately caused by Mr. Coburn with the object of keeping himself and Merriman under observation and

rendering them harmless. This, he recognized, was guesswork, but still it might be the truth.

He racked his brains to find some way of meeting the difficulty, and at last, after considering many plans, he

thought he saw his way. They would as soon as possible take leave of their hosts and return to Bordeaux,

ostensibly to resume their trip east. From there they would come out to the clearing by road, and from the

observation post they had already used keep a close eye on the arrival of the ship and subsequent

developments. At night they might be even able to hide on the wharf itself. In any case they could hardly fail

So far, so good, but there was a second and more formidable difficulty. Would Merriman consent to this plan

and agree to help? Hilliard was doubtful. That his friend had so obviously fallen in love with this Madeleine

Coburn was an unexpected and unfortunate complication. He could, of course, play on the string that the girl

was in danger and wanted help, but he had already used that with disappointing results. However, he could

Accordingly, when they were smoking their afterbreakfast pipes, he broached the subject. But as he had

"I tell you I won't do anything of the kind," he said angrily. "Here we come, two strangers, poking our noses

into what does not concern us, and we are met with kindness and hospitality and invited to join a family

party. Good Lord, Hilliard, I can't believe that it is really you that suggests it! You surely don't mean that you

"Of course not, you old fireeater," Hilliard answered goodhumoredly, "but I do believe, and so must you,

that there is something queer going on. We want to be sure there is nothing sinister behind it. Surely, old

"If I thought there was anything wrong you know I'd help you," Merriman returned, somewhat mollified by

the other's attitude. "But I don't. It is quite absurd to suggest the Coburns are engaged in anything illegal, and

Hilliard saw that for the moment at all events he could get no more. He therefore dropped the subject and

Lunch with their new acquaintances passed pleasantly, and after it the two friends went with Mr. Coburn to

see over the works. Hilliard thought it better to explain that they had seen something of them on the previous

day, but notwithstanding this assurance Mr. Coburn insisted on their going over the whole place again. He

showed them everything in detail, and when the inspection was complete both men felt more than ever

convinced that the business was genuine, and that nothing was being carried on other than the ostensible

trade. Mr. Coburn, also, gave them his views on the enterprise, and these seemed so eminently reasonable and

natural that Hilliard's suspicions once more became dulled, and he began to wonder if their host's peculiar

"There is not so much money in the pitprops as I had hoped," Mr. Coburn explained. "When we started here

the Baltic trade, which was, of course, the big trade before the war, had not revived. Now we find the Baltic

competition growing keener, and our margin of profit is dwindling. We are handicapped also by having only

a oneway traffic. Most of the Baltic firms exporting pitprops have an import trade in coal as well. This

gives them double freights and pulls down their overhead costs. But it wouldn't pay us to follow their

example. If we ran coal it could only be to Bordeaux, and that would take up more of our boat's time than it

"On the other hand, we are doing better in what I may call 'sideshows.'" We're getting quite a good price for

our firewood, and selling more and more of it. Three large firms in Bordeaux have put in woodburning

fireboxes and nothing else, and two others are thinking of following suit. Then I am considering two

developments; in fact, I have decided on the first. We are going to put in an air compressor in our

engineroom, and use pneumatic tools in the forest for felling and lopping. I estimate that will save us six

men. Then I think there would be a market for pine paving blocks for streets. I haven't gone into this yet, but

"That sounds very promising," Hilliard answered. "I don't know much about it, but I believe soft wood blocks

"They wear more evenly, I understand. I'm trying to persuade the Paris authorities to try a piece of it, and if

that does well it might develop into a big thing. Indeed, I can imagine our giving up the pitprops altogether

After a time Miss Coburn joined them, and, the Ford car being brought out, the party set off on their

excursion. They visited a part of the wood where the trees were larger than near the sawmill, and had a

pleasant though uneventful afternoon. The evening they spent as before at the Coburns' house.

Next day the friends invited their hosts to join them in a trip up the river. Hilliard tactfully interested the

manager in the various "gadgets" he had fitted up in the launch, and Merriman's dream of making tea with

Miss Coburn materialized. The more he saw of the gentle, browneyed girl, the more he found his heart

going out to her, and the more it was borne in on him that life without her was becoming a prospect more

They went upstream on the flood tide for some twenty miles, until the forest thinned away and they came on

vineyards. There they went ashore, and it was not until the shades of evening were beginning to fall that they

As they swung round the bend in sight of the wharf Mr. Coburn made an exclamation.

"Hallo!" he cried. "There's the Girondin. She has made a good run. We weren't expecting her for another

At the wharf lay a vessel of about 300 tons burden, with bluff, rounded bows sitting high up out of the water,

"Our motor ship," Mr. Coburn explained with evident pride. "We had her specially designed for carrying the

pitprops, and also for this river. She only draws eight feet. You must come on board and have a look over

This was of all things what Hilliard most desired. He recognized that if he was allowed to inspect her really

thoroughly, it would finally dispel any lingering suspicion he might still harbor that the syndicate was

engaged in smuggling operations. The two points on which that suspicion had been founded the absence of

return cargoes and the locality of the French end of the enterprise were not, he now saw, really suspicious

at all. Mr. Coburn's remark met the first of these points, and showed that he was perfectly alive to the

handicap of a oneway traffic. The matter had not been material when the industry was started, but now,

owing to the recovery of the Baltic trade after the war, it was becoming important, and the manager evidently

realized that it might easily grow sufficiently to kill the pitprop trade altogether. And the locality question

was even simpler. The syndicate had chosen the pine forests of the Landes for their operations because they

wanted timber close to the sea. On the top of these considerations came the lack of secrecy about the ship. It

On reaching the wharf all four crossed the gangway to the deck of the Girondin. At close quarters she seemed

quite a big boat. In the bows was a small forecastle, containing quarters for the crew of five men as well as

the oil tanks and certain stores. Then amidships was a long expanse of holds, while aft were the officers'

cabins and tiny messroom, galley, navigating bridge, and last, but not least, the engineroom with its set of

Diesel engines. She seemed throughout a wellappointed boat, no money having apparently been spared to

"She carries between six and seven thousand props every trip," Mr. Coburn told them, "that is, without any

deck cargo. I dare say in summer we could put ten thousand on her if we tried, but she is rather shallow in the

draught for it, and we don't care to run any risks. Hallo, captain! Back again?" he broke off, as a man in a

The newcomer was powerfully built and would have been tall, but for rather rounded shoulders and a stoop.

He was clean shaven, with a heavy jaw and thin lips which were compressed into a narrow line. His

expression was vindictive as well as somewhat crafty, and he looked a man who would not be turned from his

Though Hilliard instinctively noted these details, they did not particularly excite his interest. But his interest

was nevertheless keenly aroused. For he saw the man, as his gaze fell on himself and Merriman, give a

sudden start, and then flash a quick, questioning glance at Mr. Coburn. The action was momentary, but it was

enough to bring back with a rush all Hilliard's suspicions. Surely, he thought, there must be something if the

But he had not time to ponder the problem. The captain instantly recovered himself, pulled off his cap to

"Not so bad," the newcomer admitted in a voice and manner singularly cultivated for a man in his position.

They chatted for a few moments, then started on their tour of inspection. Though Hilliard was once again

keenly on the alert, the examination, so far as he could see, left nothing to be desired. They visited every part

of the vessel, from the forecastle storerooms to the tunnel of the screw shaft, and from the charthouse to the

bottom of the hold, and every question either of the friends asked was replied to fully and without hesitation.

That evening, like the preceding, they passed with the Coburns. The captain and the engineer a short,

thickset man named Bulla strolled up with them and remained for dinner, but left shortly afterwards on

the plea of matters to attend to on board. The friends stayed on, playing bridge, and it was late when they said

During the intervals of play Hilliard's mind had been busy with the mystery which he believed existed in

connection with the syndicate, and he had decided that to try to satisfy his curiosity he would go down to the

wharf that night and see if any INTERESTING operations went on under cover of darkness. The idea of a

midnight loading of contraband no longer appealed to his imagination, but vaguely he wished to make sure

He was at least certain that none had taken place up to the present that Mr. Coburn was personally

concerned in, at all events. >From the moment they had first sighted the ship until they had left the manager's

house at the conclusion of the game of bridge, not five minutes ago, he had been in Mr. Coburn's company.

Next day it was understood they were to meet again, so that if the manager wished to carry out any secret

"You go ahead, old man. I'm going to have a look round before turning in. Don't wait up for me. Put out the

light when you've done with it and leave the companion unlatched so that I can follow you in."

Merriman grunted disapprovingly, but offered no further objection. He clambered on board the launch and

disappeared below, while Hilliard, remaining in the collapsible boat, began to row silently upstream towards

The night was dark and still, but warm. The moon had not risen, and the sky was overcast, blotting out even

the small light of the stars. There was a faint whisper of air currents among the trees, and the subdued

murmur of the moving mass of water was punctuated by tiny splashes and gurgles as little eddies formed

round the stem of the boat or wavelets broke against the banks. Hilliard's eyes had by this time become

accustomed to the gloom, and he could dimly distinguish the serrated line of the trees against the sky on

either side of him, and later, the banks of the clearing, with the faint, ghostly radiance from the surface of the

He pulled on with swift, silent strokes, and presently the dark mass of the Girondin loomed in sight. The ship,

longer than the wharf, projected for several feet above and below it. Hilliard turned his boat inshore with the

object of passing between the hull and the bank and so reaching the landing steps. But as he rounded the

vessel's stern he saw that her starboard side was lighted up, and he ceased rowing, sitting motionless and

silently holding water, till the boat began to drift back into the obscurity downstream. The wharf was above

the level of his head, and he could only see, appearing over its edge, the tops of the piles of pitprops. These,

as well as the end of the ship's navigating bridge and the gangway, were illuminated by, he imagined, a lamp

on the side of one of the deckhouses. But everything was very still, and the place seemed deserted.

Hilliard's intention had been to land on the wharf and, crouching behind the props, await events. But now he

doubted if he could reach his hiding place without coming within the radius of the lamp and so exposing

himself to the view of anyone who might be on the watch on board. He recollected that the port or river side

of the ship was in darkness, and he thought it might therefore be better if he could get directly aboard there

Having removed his shoes he rowed gently round the stern and examined the side for a possible way up. The

ship being light forward was heavily down in the stern, and he found the lower deck was not more than six or

seven feet above water level. It occurred to him that if he could get hold of the mooring rope pawls he might

be able to climb aboard. But this after a number of trials he found impossible, as in the absence of someone at

the oars to steady the boat, the latter always drifted away from the hull before he could grasp what he wanted.

He decided he must risk passing through the lighted area, and, having for the third time rowed round the

stern, he brought the boat up as close to the hull as possible until he reached the wharf. Then passing in

between the two rows of piles and feeling his way in the dark, he made the painter fast to a diagonal, so that

the boat would lie hidden should anyone examine the steps with a light. The hull lay touching the vertical

piles, and Hilliard, edging along a waling to the front of the wharf, felt with his foot through the darkness for

the stern belting. The tide was low and he found this was not more than a foot above the timber on which he

stood. He could now see the deck light, an electric bulb on the side of the captain's cabin, and it showed him

the top of the taffrail some little distance above the level of his eyes. Taking his courage in both hands and

stepping upon the belting, he succeeded in grasping the taffrail. In a moment he was over it and on deck, and

in another moment he had slipped round the deckhouse and out of the light of the lamp. There he stopped,

listening for an alarm, but the silence remained unbroken, and he believed he had been unobserved.

He recalled the construction of the ship. The lower deck, on which he was standing, ran across the stern and

formed a narrow passage some forty feet long at each side of the central cabin. This cabin contained the

galley and mess room as well as the first officer's quarters. Bulla's stateroom, Hilliard remembered, was down

>From the lower deck two ladders led to the bridge deck at the forward end of which was situated the

captain's stateroom. Aft of this building most of the remaining bridge deck was taken up by two lifeboats,

canvascovered and housed in chocks. On the top of the captain's cabin was the bridge and charthouse,

Hilliard, reconnoitering, crept round to the port side of the ship. The lower deck was in complete darkness,

and he passed the range of cabins and silently ascended the steps to the deck above. Here also it was dark, but

a faint light shone from the window of the captain's cabin. Stealthily Hilliard tiptoed to the porthole. The

glass was hooked back, but a curtain hung across the opening. Fortunately, it was not drawn quite tight to one

side, and he found that by leaning up against the bridge ladder he could see into the interior. A glance showed

As he paused irresolutely, wondering what he should do next, he heard a door open. There was a step on the

deck below, and the door slammed sharply. Someone was coming to the ladder at the top of which he stood.

Like a shadow Hilliard slipped aft, and, as he heard the unknown ascending the steps, he looked round for

cover. The starboard boat and a narrow strip of deck were lighted up, but the port boat was in shadow. He

could distinguish it merely as a dark blot on the sky. Recognizing that he must be hidden should the port deck

light be turned on, he reached the boat, felt his way round the stern, and, crouching down, crept as far

The newcomer began slowly to pace the deck, and the aroma of a good cigar floated in the still air. Up and

down he walked with leisurely, unhurried footsteps. He kept to the dark side of the ship, and Hilliard, though

he caught glimpses of the red point of the cigar each time the other reached the stern, could not tell who he

Presently other footsteps announced the approach of a second individual, and in a moment Hilliard heard the

"Here," came in the engineer's voice from the firstcomer. The captain approached and the two men fell to

pacing up and down, talking in low tones. Hilliard could catch the words when the speakers were near the

"Confound that man Coburn," he heard Captain Beamish mutter. "What on earth is keeping him all this

"The young visitors, doubtless," rumbled Bulla with a fat chuckle, "our friends of the evening."

"Yes, confound them, too," growled Beamish, who seemed to be in an unenviable frame of mind. "Damned

"Nothing particular, I should fancy. Probably out doing some kind of a holiday."

They passed round the deckhouse and Hilliard could not hear the reply. When they returned Captain Beamish

" thinks it would about double our profits," Hilliard heard him say. "He suggests a second depot on the

other side, say at Swansea. That would look all right on account of the South Wales coalfields."

"But we're getting all we can out of the old hooker as it is," Bulla objected. "I don't see how she could do

"Oh." The engineer paused, then went on: "But that's no new SUGGESTION. That was proposed before ever

Again they passed out of earshot, and Hilliard took the opportunity to stretch his somewhat cramped limbs.

He was considerably interested by what he had heard. The phrase Captain Beamish had used in reference to

the proposed depot at Swansea "it would look all right on account of the coalfields" was suggestive.

Surely that was meaningless unless there was some secret activity unless the pitprop trade was only a

blind to cover some more lucrative and probably more sinister undertaking? At first sight it seemed so, but he

Bulla was speaking this time, and Hilliard soon found he was telling a somewhat improper story. As the two

men disappeared round the deckhouse he heard their hoarse laughter ring out. Then the captain cried: "That

you, Coburn?" The murmur of voices grew louder and more confused and immediately sank. A door opened,

To Hilliard it seemed that here was a chance which he must not miss. Coming out from his hiding place, he

crept stealthily along the deck in the hope that he might find out where the men had gone, and learn

The captain's cabin was the probable meeting place, and Hilliard slipped silently back to the window through

which he had glanced before. As he approached he heard a murmur of voices, and he cautiously leaned back

Three of the four seats the room contained were now occupied. The captain, engineer, and Mr. Coburn sat

round the central table, which bore a bottle of whisky, a soda siphon and glasses, as well as a box of cigars.

"Only what I have been able to pick up from their own conversation," the manager answered. "I wrote

Morton asking him to make inquiries about them, but of course there hasn't been time yet for a reply. >From

their own showing one of them is Seymour Merriman, junior partner of Edwards Merriman, Gracechurch

Street, Wine Merchants. That's the dark, squarefaced one the one who was here before. The other is a man

called Hilliard. He is a clever fellow, and holds a good position in the Customs Department. He has had this

launch for some years, and apparently has done the same kind of trip through the Continental rivers on

previous holidays. But I could not find out whether Merriman had ever accompanied him before."

"I don't think so," he said slowly, "but I'm not at all sure. Merriman, we believe, noticed the number plate that

day. I told you, you remember. Henri is sure that he did, and Madeleine thinks so too. It's just a little queer

"Not with any certainty," he said at last, then with a grimace he continued: "But I'm a little afraid that it's

"I thought so," he exclaimed. "Even in the little I saw of them this evening I thought there was something in

"I should think so," he admitted, with a look of relief. "I think it's a mare's nest, Coburn. I don't believe we

"I'm not so sure," Coburn answered slowly. "I don't think we need worry about Merriman, but I'm hanged if I

know what to think about Hilliard. He's pretty observant, and there's not much about this place that he hasn't

"So far as it goes, yes," the manager agreed, "and I've stuffed him with yarns about costs and about giving up

the props and going in for paving blocks and so on which I think he swallowed. But why should he want to

know what we are doing? What possible interest can the place have for him unless he suspects?"

"I don't think we need worry," he repeated with a trace of aggression in his manner. "Let's get on to business.

Mr. Coburn drew a paper from his pocket, while Hilliard instinctively bent forward, believing he was at last

about to learn something which would throw a light on these mysterious happenings. But alas for him! Just as

the manager began to speak he heard steps on the gangway which passed on board and a man began to climb

Hilliard's first thought was to return to his hiding place under the boat, but he could not bring himself to go so

far away from the center of interest, and before he had consciously thought out the situation he found himself

creeping silently up the ladder to the bridge. There he believed he would be safe from observation while

remaining within earshot of the cabin, and if anyone followed him up the ladder he could creep round on the

The newcomer tapped at the captain's door and, after a shout of "Come in," opened it. There was a moment's

"We were just talking of you, Henri. The skipper wants to know " and the door closed.

"By Jove!" Bulla was saying. "And to think that two years ago I was working a little coaster at twenty quid a

month! And you, Coburn; two years ago you weren't much better fixed, if as well, eh?"

"It's good, but it's not good enough," he declared. "This thing can't run for ever. If we go on too long

somebody will tumble to it. What we want is to try to get our piles made and close it down before anything

happens. We ought to have that other ship running. We could double our income with another ship and

"Bulla and I were just talking of that before you came aboard," the captain answered. "You know we have

considered that again and again, and we have always come to the conclusion that we are pushing the thing

"Our organization has improved since then. We can do more now with less risk. It ought to be reconsidered.

"Certainly. I'll bring it before our next meeting. But I won't promise to vote for it. In our business it's not

The talk drifted to other matters, while Hilliard, thrilled to the marrow, remained crouching motionless

beneath the porthole, concentrating all his attention on the conversation in the hope of catching some word or

phrase which might throw further light on the mysterious enterprise under discussion. While the affair itself

was being spoken of he had almost ceased to be aware of his surroundings, so eagerly had he listened to what

was being said, but now that the talk had turned to more ordinary subjects he began more or less

He realized in the first place that he was in very real danger. A quick movement either of the men in the cabin

or of some member of the crew might lead to his discovery, and he had the uncomfortable feeling that he

might pay the forfeit for his curiosity with his life. He could imagine the manner in which the "accident"

would be staged. Doubtless his body, showing all the appearance of death from drowning, would be found in

the river with alongside it the upturned boat as evidence of the cause of the disaster.

And if he should die, his secret would die with him. Should he not then be content with what he had learned

and clear out while he could, so as to ensure his knowledge being preserved? He felt that he ought, and yet

the desire to remain in the hope of doing still better was overpowering. But as he hesitated the power of

choice was taken away. The men in the cabin were making a move. Coburn finished his whisky, and he and

The others stood up also, and at the same moment Hilliard crept once more up the ladder to the bridge and

crouched down in the shadow of the charthouse. Hardly was he there when the men came out of the cabin to

the deck beneath the bridge, then with a brief exchange of "Goodnights," Coburn and the lorry driver passed

down the ladder, crossed the gangway and disappeared behind a stack of pitprops on the wharf. Bulla with a

grunted "'Night" descended the port steps and Hilliard heard the door leading below open and shut; the

starboard deck lamp snapped off, and finally the captain's door shut and a key turned in the lock. Some

fifteen minutes later the faint light from the porthole vanished and all was dark and silent.

But for more than an hour Hilliard remained crouching motionless on the bridge, fearing lest some sound that

he might make in his descent should betray him if the captain should still be awake. Then, a faint light from

the rising moon appearing towards the east, he crept from his perch, and crossing the gangway, reached the

Still making as little noise as possible, Hilliard descended to the cabin and turned in. Merriman was asleep,

But Hilliard was in no frame of mind for repose. He was too much thrilled by the adventure through which he

had passed, and the discovery which he had made. He therefore put away the idea of sleep, and instead gave

He began by trying to marshal the facts he had already learned. In the first place, there was the great

outstanding point that his suspicions were well founded, that some secret and mysterious business was being

carried on by this syndicate. Not only, therefore, was he justified in all he had done up to the present, but it

was clear he could not leave the matter where it stood. Either he must continue his investigations further, or

Next, it seemed likely that the syndicate consisted of at least six persons; Captain Beamish (probably from his

personality the leader), Bulla, Coburn, Henri, and the two men to whom reference had been made, Archer,

who had suggested forming the depot at Swansea, and Morton, who had been asked to make inquiries as to

himself and Merriman. Madeleine Coburn's name had also been mentioned, and Hilliard wondered whether

she could be a member. Like his companion he could not believe that she would be willingly involved, but on

the other hand Coburn had stated that she had reported her suspicion that Merriman had noticed the changed

number plate. Hilliard could come to no conclusion about her, but it remained clear that there were certainly

But if so, it followed that the operations must be on a fairly large scale. Educated men did not take up a risky

and presumably illegal enterprise unless the prize was worth having. It was unlikely that 1,000 pounds a year

would compensate any one of them for the risk. But that would mean a profit of from 4,000 to 6,000 pounds a

year. Hilliard realized that he was here on shaky ground, though the balance of probability was in his favor.

It also seemed certain that the whole pitprop business was a sham, a mere blind to cover those other

operations from which the money came. But when Hilliard came to ask himself what those operations were,

His original brandy smuggling idea recurred to him with renewed force, and as he pondered it he saw that

there really was something to be said for it. Three distinct considerations were consistent with the theory.

There was first of all the size of the fraud. A theft of 4,000 to 6,000 or more a year implied as victim a large

corporation. The sum would be too big a proportion of the income of a moderatesized firm for the matter to

remain undiscovered, and, other things being equal, the larger the corporation the more difficult to locate the

But what larger corporation was there than a nation, and what so easy to defraud as a government? And how

could a government be more easily defrauded than by smuggling? Here again Hilliard recognized he was

The second consideration was also inconclusive. It was that all the people who, he had so far learned, were

involved were engaged in transport operations. The ostensible trade also, the blind under which the thing was

worked, was a transport trade. If brandy smuggling were in progress something of precisely this kind would

have to be devised. In fact anything more suitable than the pitprop business would be hard to discover. The

third point he had thought of before. If brandy were to be smuggled, no better locality could have been found

for the venture than this country round about Bordeaux. As one of the staple products of the district, brandy

The converse argument was equally inconclusive. What hypothesis other than that of brandy smuggling could

meet the facts? Hilliard could not think of any, but he recognized that his failure did not prove that none

On the other hand, in spite of these considerations, he had to admit that he had seen nothing which in the

slightest degree supported the theory, nor had he heard anything which could not equally well have referred

But whatever their objective, he felt sure that the members of the syndicate were desperate men. They were

evidently too far committed to hesitate over fresh crime to keep their secret. If he wished to pursue his

As he pondered over the problem of how this was to be done he became more and more conscious of its

difficulty. Such an inquiry to a trained detective could not be easy, but to him, an amateur at the game, it

seemed wellnigh impossible. And particularly he found himself handicapped by the intimate terms with the

Coburns on which he and Merriman found themselves. For instance, that very morning an excursion had been

arranged to an old chateau near Bordeaux. How could he refuse to go? And if he went how could he watch

He had suspected before that the Coburns' hospitality was due to something other than friendliness, and now

he was sure of it. No longer had he any doubt that the object was to get him out of the way, to create that very

obstacle to investigation which it had created. And here again Miss Coburn had undoubtedly lent herself to

He was not long in coming to the conclusion that the sooner he and Merriman took leave of the Coburns the

better. Besides this question of handicap, he was afraid with so astute a man as Coburn he would sooner or

The thought led to another. Would it not be wise to keep Merriman in ignorance of what he had learned at

least for the present? Merriman was an open, straightforward chap, transparently honest in all his dealings.

Could he dissemble sufficiently to hide his knowledge from his hosts? In particular could he deceive

Madeleine? Hilliard doubted it. He felt that under the special circumstances his friend's discretion could not

be relied on. At all events Merriman's appearance of ignorance would be more convincing if it were genuine.

On the whole, Hilliard decided, it would be better not to tell him. Let them once get away from the

neighborhood, and he could share his discoveries and they could together decide what was to be done. But

Accordingly next morning he broached the subject. He had expected his friend would strenuously oppose any

plan involving separation from Madeleine Coburn, but to his relief Merriman immediately agreed with him.

"I've been thinking we ought to clear out too," he declared ungrammatically. "It's not good enough to be

Hilliard assented carelessly, remarked that if they started the following morning they could reach the Riviera

by the following Friday, and let it go at that. He did not refer again to the subject until they reached the

Coburns' door, when he asked quickly: "By the way, will you tell them we're leaving tomorrow or shall I?"

The Girondin was loading props as they set out in the Ford car, and the work was still in progress on their

return in the late afternoon. Mr. Coburn had excused himself from joining the party on the ground of

business, but Captain Beamish had taken his place, and had proved himself a surprisingly entertaining

companion. At the old chateau they had a pleasant alfresco lunch, after which Captain Beamish took a

Merriman's announcement of his and Hilliard's impending departure had been met with a chorus of regrets,

but though these sounded hearty enough, Hilliard noticed that no definite invitation to stay longer was given.

The friends dined with the Coburns for the last time that evening. Mr. Coburn was a little late for the meal,

saying he had waited on the wharf to see the loading completed, and that all the cargo was now aboard, and

that the Girondin would drop down to sea on the flood tide in the early morning.

"We shall have her company so far," Hilliard remarked. "We must start early, too, so as to make Bordeaux

When the time came to say goodbye, Mr. Coburn and his daughter went down to the launch with their

departing visitors. Hilliard was careful to monopolize the manager's attention, so as to give Merriman his

innings with the girl. His friend did not tell him what passed between them, but the parting was evidently

Five o'clock next morning saw the friends astir, and their first sight on reaching the deck was the Girondin

coming downstream. They exchanged hand waves with Captain Beamish on the bridge, then, swinging their

own craft, followed in the wake of the other. A couple of hours later they were at sea.

Once again they were lucky in their weather. A sun of molten glory poured down from the clearest of blue

skies, burnishing a track of intolerable brilliance across the water. Hardly a ripple appeared on the smooth

surface, though they rose and fell gently to the flat ocean swell. They were running up the coast about four

miles out, and except for the Girondin, now almost hull down to the northwest, they had the sea to

themselves. It was hot enough to make the breeze caused by the launch's progress pleasantly cool, and both

men lay smoking on the deck, lazily watching the water and enjoying the easy motion. Hilliard had made the

"Jolly, I call this," he exclaimed, as he lay down again after one of these interruptions. "Jolly sun, jolly sea,

"Rather. Even a landlubber like me can appreciate it. But you don't often have it like this, I bet."

"Oh, I don't know," Hilliard answered absently, and then, swinging round and facing his friend, he went on:

"I say, Merriman, I've something to tell you that will interest you, but I'm afraid it won't please you."

Hilliard answered quietly, but he felt excitement arising in him as he thought of the disclosure he was about

"First of all," he began, speaking more and more earnestly as he proceeded, "I have to make you an apology. I

quite deliberately deceived you up at the clearing, or rather I withheld from you knowledge that I ought to

have shared. I had a reason for it, but I don't know if you'll agree that it was sufficient."

"You remember the night before last when I rowed up to the wharf after we had left the Coburns? You

thought my suspicions were absurd or worse. Well, they weren't. I made a discovery."

Merriman sat up eagerly, and listened intently as the other recounted his adventure aboard the Girondin.

Hilliard kept nothing back; even the reference to Madeleine he repeated as nearly word for word as possible,

finally giving a bowdlerized version of his reasons for keeping his discoveries to himself while they remained

Merriman received the news with a dismay approaching positive horror. He had but one thought

Madeleine. How did the situation affect her? Was she in trouble? In danger? Was she so entangled that she

could not get out? Never for a moment did it enter his head that she could be willingly involved.

"My goodness! Hilliard," he cried hoarsely, "whatever does it all mean? Surely it can't be criminal? They,"

he hesitated slightly, and Hilliard read in a different pronoun "they never would join in such a thing."

"That Miss Coburn would take part in anything shady I don't for a moment believe," he declared, "but I'm

"I know you're right," he admitted to the other's amazement. "I saw I didn't mean to tell you, but now I may

as well. That first evening, when we went up to call, you probably don't remember, but after he had learned

who we were he turned round to pull up a chair. He looked at you; I saw his face in a mirror. Hilliard, it was

the face of a I was going to say, a devil with hate and fear. But the look passed instantly. When he turned

round he was smiling. It was so quick I half thought I was mistaken. But I know I wasn't."

"I saw fear on his face when he recognized you that same evening," Hilliard replied. "We needn't blink at it,

Merriman. Whether willingly or unwillingly, Mr. Coburn's in the thing. That's as certain as that we're here."

"No, not really. There was that one of brandy smuggling that I mentioned before. I suggest it because I can

Merriman was silent for several minutes as the boat slid over the smooth water. Then with a change of

"If we don't act we become accessories, and besides we leave that girl to fight her own battles."

Merriman clenched his fists and once more silence reigned. Presently he spoke again:

"I think we must do one of two things. Either continue our investigations until we learn what is going on, or

"Look here, old man," he said, "Wouldn't it be better if we discussed this thing quite directly? Don't think I

mean to be impertinent God knows I don't but am I not right in thinking you want to save Miss Coburn

"We needn't talk about it again," Merriman said in a hard voice, looking intently at the stem of the mast, "but

"I thought so, old man, and I can only say the best of luck! As you say, then, we mustn't call in the police,

and as we can't leave the thing, we must go on with our own inquiry. I would suggest that if we find out their

scheme is something illegal, we see Mr. Coburn and give him the chance to get out before we lodge our

"I suppose that is the only way," Merriman said doubtfully. After a pause Hilliard went on:

"I'm not very clear, but I'm inclined to think we can do no more good here at present. I think we should try

"Yes, the unloading of the ship and the disposal of the pitprops. You see, the first thing we're up against is

that these people are anything but fools, and the second is that they already suspect us and will keep a watch

on us. A hundred to one they make inquiries and see that we really do go through the Canal du Midi to the

"Of course," Hilliard went on, "we can see now we made a frightful mess of things by calling on the Coburns

or letting Mr. Coburn know we were about, but at the time it seemed the wisest thing."

"It was the only thing," Merriman asserted positively. "We didn't know then there was anything wrong, and

"Well, it's done anyway. We needn't worry about it now, except that it seems to me that for the same reason

the launch has served its purpose. We can't use it here because the people at the clearing know it, and we can't

use it at the unloading end, for all on board the Girondin would recognize it directly they saw it."

"I think, therefore, that we should leave the launch at Bordeaux tonight and go back to London overland. I

shall write Mr. Coburn saying we have found Poste Restante letters recalling us. You can enclose a note to

Miss Coburn if you like. When we get to town we can apply at the Inquiry Office at Lloyd's to find out where

the Girondin calls in England. Then let us go there and make inquiries. The launch can be worked back to

"Seems all right. But I should leave the launch at Bordeaux. We may have to come back, and it would furnish

Hilliard gave a little sigh of relief. Merriman's reply took a weight off his mind, not because of the value of

the SUGGESTION though in its way it was quite useful but because of its indication of Merriman's

frame of mind. He had feared that because of Miss Coburn's connection with the affair he would lose his

friend's help, even that they might quarrel. And now he saw these fears were groundless. Thankfully he

"I confess," Merriman went on slowly, "that I should have liked to stay in the neighborhood and see if we

couldn't find out something more about the lorry numbers. It may be a trivial point, but it's the only direct and

definite thing we know of. All the rest are hints or suspicions or probabilities. But here we have a bit of

mystery, tangible, in our hands, as it were. Why were those number plates changed? It seems to me a good

"I thought of that, too, and I agree with every word you say," Hilliard replied eagerly, "but there is the

question of our being suspects. I believe we shall be watched out of the place, and I feel sure our only chance

Merriman agreed, and they continued discussing the matter in detail, at last deciding to adopt Hilliard's

About two that afternoon they swung round the Pointe de Grave into the estuary of the Gironde. The tide,

which was then flowing, turned when they were some twothirds of the way up, and it was well on to seven

o'clock when they made fast to the same decaying wharf from which they had set out. Hilliard saw the owner,

and arranged with him to let the launch lie at one of his moorings until she should be required. Then the

friends went up town, got some dinner, wrote their letters, and took the night train for Paris. Next evening

"I say," Hilliard remarked when later on that same evening they sat in his rooms discussing their plans, "I

believe we can find out about the Girondin now. My neighbor on the next landing above is a shipping man.

In a few moments he returned with a bulky volume. "One of the wonders of the world, this, I always think,"

he said, as he began to turn over the pages. "It gives, or is supposed to give, information about everything

over a hundred tons that floats anywhere over the entire globe. It'll give the Girondin anyway." He ran his

finger down the columns. "Ah! what's this? Motor ship Girondin, 350 tons, built and so on. 'The Landes

"Hull! I know Hull," Merriman remarked laconically. "At least, I was there once."

"We shall know it a jolly sight better than that before we're through, it seems to me," his friend replied. "Let's

"What's the plan, then? I'm on, provided I have a good sleep at home tonight first."

"Same here," Hilliard agreed as he filled his pipe. "I suppose Hull by an early train tomorrow is the scheme."

"You think so?" he said slowly. "Well, I'm not so sure. Seems to me we can very easily dish ourselves if

"We agreed these folk were wideawake and suspicious of us. Very well. Directly our visit to them is over,

we change our plans and leave Bordeaux. Will it not strike them that our interest in the trip was only on their

"Quite; that's what I'm coming to. We told them you were recalled to your office. But what about that man

Morton, that was to spy on us before? What's to prevent them asking him if you really have returned?"

"And there's another thing," Merriman went on. "We turn up at Hull, find the syndicate's depot and hang

about, the fellow in charge there sees us. Well, that's all right if he hasn't had a letter from France describing

us and enclosing a copy of that group that Captain Beamish took at the chateau."

"It isn't. And what's more, we can't afford to make any mistakes. It's too dangerous."

"I don't care," he declared savagely. "I'm going through with it now no matter what happens."

"Oh, so am I, for the matter of that. All I say is we shall have to show a bit more intelligence this time."

For an hour more they discussed the matter, and at last decided on a plan. On the following morning Hilliard

was to go to his office, see his chief and ask for an extension of leave, then hang about and interview as many

of his colleagues as possible, telling them he had been recalled, but was not now required. His chief was not

very approachable, and Hilliard felt sure the subject would not be broached to him. In the evening they would

This program they would have carried out, but for an unforeseen event. While Hilliard was visiting his office

Merriman took the opportunity to call at his, and there learned that Edwards, his partner, had been taken ill

the morning before. It appeared there was nothing seriously wrong, and Edwards expected to be back at work

in three or four days, but until his return Merriman was required, and he had reluctantly to telephone the news

to Hilliard. But no part of their combined holiday was lost. Hilliard by a stroke of unexpected good fortune

was able to spend the same time at work, and postpone the remainder of his leave until Merriman was free.

Thus it came to pass that it was not until six days later than they had intended that the two friends packed

They left King's Cross by the 5.40 p.m. train, reaching their destination a little before eleven. There they took

rooms at the George, a quiet hotel in Baker Street, close to the Paragon Station.

The two friends, eager and excited by their adventure, were early astir next morning, and after breakfast

Hilliard went out and bought the best map of the city and district he could find.

"Why, Ferriby's not in the town at all," he exclaimed after he had studied it for some moments. "It's up the

river must be seven or eight miles up by the look of it; the NorthEastern runs through it and there's a

Merriman agreed, they called for a timetable, found there was a train at 10.35, and going down to Paragon

After clearing the suburbs the line came down close to the river, and the two friends kept a good lookout for

the depot. About four and a half miles out they stopped at a station called Hassle, then a couple of miles

farther their perseverance was rewarded and they saw a small pier and shed, the latter bearing in large letters

on its roof the name of the syndicate. Another mile and a half brought them to Ferriby, where they alighted.

"Now what about walking back to Hassle," Hilliard suggested, "and seeing what we can see?"

They followed the station approach road inland until they reached the main thoroughfare, along which they

turned eastwards in the direction of Hull. In a few minutes they came in sight of the depot, half a mile off

across the fields. A lane led towards it, and this they followed until it reached the railway. from Ferriby to

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There it turned in the direction of Hull and ran parallel to the line for a short distance, doubling back, as they

learned afterwards, until it reached the main road halfway to Hassle. The railway tracks were on a low bank,

The view was not very good, but so far as they could make out, the depot was a replica of that in the Landes

clearing. A timber wharf jutted out into the stream, apparently of the same size and construction as that on the

River Lesque. Behind it was the same kind of galvanized iron shed, but this one, besides having windows in

the gables, seemed the smaller of the two. Its back was only about a hundred feet from the railway, and the

space between was taken up by a yard surrounded by a high galvanized iron fence, above which appeared the

tops of many stacks of pitprops. Into the yard ran a siding from the railway. From a door in the fence a path

led across the line to a wicket in the hedge of the lane, beside which stood a "Beware of the Trains" notice.

There was no sign of activity about the place, and the gates through which the siding entered the enclosure

"How the mischief are we to get near that place without being seen?" he questioned. "It's like a German

It was true. The country immediately surrounding the depot was singularly bare. It was flat except for the low

bank, four or five feet high, on which lay the railway tracks. There were clumps of trees farther inland, but

none along the shore, and the nearest building, a large block like a factory with beside it a cottage, was at

"Seems an element of design in that, eh, Hilliard?" Merriman remarked as they turned to continue their walk.

"Considering the populous country we're in, you could hardly find a more isolated place."

"I've just been thinking that. They could carry on any tricks they liked there and no one would be a bit the

They moved on towards the factorylike building. It was on the inland side of the railway, and the lane

swung away from the line and passed what was evidently its frontage. A siding ran into its rear, and there

were connections across the main lines and a signal cabin in the distance. A few yards on the nearer side

They had passed along the lane until the facade of the building had come into view and they were able to read

"I thought it looked like a distillery," continued Merriman in considerable excitement. "By Jove! Hilliard,

"I'm not so sure," he said slowly. "You mean that it supports my brandy smuggling theory? Just how?"

"Well, what do you think yourself? We suspect brandy smuggling, and here we find at the import end of the

concern the nearest building in an isolated region is a distillery a rectifying house, mind you! Isn't that a

matter of design too? How better could they dispose of their stuff than by dumping it on to rectifiers?"

"Certainly; there's less check on rectifiers. Am I not right in saying that while the regulations for the

measurement of spirit actually produced from the stills are so thorough as to make fraud almost impossible,

rectifiers, because they don't themselves produce spirit, but merely refine what other firms have produced, are

not so strictly looked after? Rectifiers would surely find smuggled stuff easier to dispose of than distillers."

"Perhaps so, theoretically," he admitted, "but in practice there's nothing in it. Neither could work a fraud like

that, for both are watched far too closely by our people. I'm afraid I don't see that this place being here helps

us. Surely it's reasonable to suppose that the same cause brought Messrs. Ackroyd Bolt that attracted the

syndicate? Just that it's a good site. Where in the district could you get a better? Cheap ground and plenty of

"I don't see it. In any case unless we can prove that the ship brings brandy the question doesn't arise."

"That's a blow," he remarked. "And I was so sure I had got hold of something good! But it just leads us back

to the question that somehow or other we must inspect that depot, and if we find nothing we must watch the

Girondin unloading. If we can only get near enough it would be impossible for them to discharge anything in

Hilliard murmured an agreement, and the two men strolled on in silence, the thoughts of each busy with the

problem Merriman had set. Both were realizing that detective work was a very much more difficult business

than they had imagined. Had not each had a strong motive for continuing the investigation, it is possible they

might have grown fainthearted. But Hilliard had before him the vision of the kudos which would accrue to

him if he could unmask a farreaching conspiracy, while to Merriman the freeing of Madeleine Coburn from

the toils in which she seemed to have been enmeshed had become of more importance than anything else in

The two friends had already left the distillery half a mile behind, when Hilliard stopped and looked at his

"Ten minutes to twelve," he announced. "As we have nothing to do let's go back and watch that place.

Something may happen during the afternoon, and if not we'll look out for the workmen leaving and see if we

They retraced their steps past the distillery and depot, then creeping into a little wood, sat down on a bank

The day was hot and somewhat enervating, and both enjoyed the relaxation in the cool shade. They sat for the

most part in silence, smoking steadily, and turning over in their minds the problems with which they were

faced. Before them the country sloped gently down to the railway bank, along the top of which the polished

edges of the rails gleamed in the midday sun. Beyond was the wide expanse of the river, with a dazzling track

of shimmering gold stretching across it and hiding the lowlying farther shore with its brilliancy. A few small

boats moved slowly near the shore, while farther out an occasional large steamer came into view going up the

fairway to Goole. Every now and then trains roared past, the steam hardly visible in the dry air.

The afternoon dragged slowly but not unpleasantly away, until about five o'clock they observed the first sign

of activity about the syndicate's depot which had taken place since their arrival. The door in the galvanized

fence opened and five figures emerged and slowly crossed the railway. They paused for a moment after

reaching the lane, then separated, four going eastwards towards the distillery, the fifth coming north towards

the point at which the watchers were concealed. The latter thereupon moved out from their hiding place on to

The fifth figure resolved itself into that of a middleaged man of the laboring class, slow, heavy, and obese.

In his rather bovine countenance hardly any spark of intelligence shone. He did not appear to have seen the

others as he approached, but evinced neither surprise nor interest when Hilliard accosted him.

As they walked Hilliard attempted light conversation, but without eliciting much response from their new

acquaintance, and it was not until he had consumed his third bottle of beer that his tongue became somewhat

"Any chance of a job where you're working?" Hilliard went on. "My pal and I would be glad to pick up

The man shook his head, apparently noticing nothing incongruous in the question.

The friends exchanged glances. Their problem was even more difficult than they had supposed. A secret

inspection seemed more and more unattainable. Hilliard continued the laborious conversation.

"We thought there might be some stevedoring to do. You've a steamer in now and then, haven't you?"

The man admitted it, and after a deal of wearisome questioning they learned that the Girondin called about

every ten days, remaining for about fortyeight hours, and that she was due in three or four days.

Finding they could get no further information out of him, they left their bovine acquaintance with a fresh

supply of beer, and returning to the station, took the first train back to Hull. As they sat smoking that evening

"It seems to me," Hilliard asserted, "that we should concentrate on the smuggling idea first, not because I

quite believe in it, but because it's the only one we have. And that brings us again to the same point the

"Any attempt involves a preliminary visit to see how the land lies. Now we can't approach that place in the

daytime; if we try to slip round secretly we shall be spotted from those windows or from the wharf; on the

other hand, if we invent some tale and go openly, we give ourselves away if they have our descriptions or

"Obviously we can only approach the place by land or water. If we go by land we have either to shin up on

the pier from the shore, which we're not certain we can do, or else risk making a noise climbing over the

galvanized iron fence. Besides we might leave footmarks or other traces. But if we go by water we can muffle

our oars and drop down absolutely silently to the wharf. There are bound to be steps, and it would be easy to

"Good," he cried warmly. "What about getting a boat tomorrow and having a try that night?"

"I think we should. There's another thing about it too. If there should be an alarm we could get away by the

river far more easily than across the country. It's a blessing there's no moon."

Next day the object of their search was changed. They wanted a small, handy skiff on hire. It did not turn out

an easy quest, but by the late afternoon they succeeded in obtaining the desired article. They purchased also

closefitting caps and rubbersoled shoes, together with some food for the night, a couple of electric torches,

and a yard of black cloth. Then, shortly before dusk began to fall, they took their places and pulled out on the

It was a pleasant evening, a fitting close to a glorious day. The air was soft and balmy, and a faint haze hung

over the water, smoothing and blurring the sharp outlines of the buildings of the town and turning the

opposite bank into a gray smudge. Not a breath was stirring, and the water lay like plate glass, unbroken by

the faintest ripple. The spirit of adventure was high in the two men as they pulled down the great avenue of

The tide was flowing, and but slight effort was needed to keep them moving upstream. As darkness grew

they came nearer inshore, until in the fading light they recognized the railway station at Hassle. There they

ceased rowing, drifting slowly onwards until the last faint haze of light had disappeared from the sky.

They had carefully muffled their oars, and now they turned north and began sculling gently inshore. Several

lights had come out, and presently they recognized the railway signals and cabin at the distillery sidings.

They were now close to the beach, and they allowed themselves to drift on until the dark mass of the wharf

loomed up ahead. Then Hilliard dipped his oars and brought the boat silently alongside.

As they had imagined from their distant view of it, the wharf was identically similar in construction to that on

the River Lesque. Here also were the two lines of piles like the letter V, one, in front vertical, the other raking

to support the earthwork behind. Here in the same relative position were the steps, and to these Hilliard made

fast the painter with a slip hitch that could be quickly released. Then with the utmost caution both men

stepped ashore, and slowly mounting the steps, peeped out over the deck of the wharf.

As far as they could make out in the gloom, the arrangement here also was similar to that in France. Lines of

narrow gauge tramway, running parallel from the hut towards the water, were connected along the front of

the wharf by a cross road and turntables. Between the lines were stacks of pitprops, and Decauville trucks

stood here and there. But these details they saw afterwards. What first attracted their attention was that lights

shone in the third and fourth windows from the left hand end of the shed. The manager evidently was still

"We'll go back to the boat and wait," Hilliard whispered, and they crept down the steps.

At intervals of half an hour one or other climbed up and had a look at the windows. On the first two occasions

the light was unchanged, on the third it had moved to the first and second windows, and on the fourth it had

gone, apparently indicating that the manager had moved from his sittingroom to his bedroom and retired.

Time passed slowly in the darkness under the wharf, and in a silence broken only by the gentle lapping of the

water among the piles. The boat lay almost steady, except when a movement of one of its occupants made it

heel slightly over and started a series of tiny ripples. It was not cold, and had the men not been so full of their

adventure they could have slept. At intervals Hilliard consulted his luminousdialed watch, but it was not

until the hands pointed to the halfhour after one that they made a move. Then once more they softly

The sides of the structure were protected by railings which ran back to the gables of the tin house, the latter

stretching entirely across the base of the pier. Over the space thus enclosed the two friends passed, but it

speedily became apparent that here nothing of interest was to be found. Beyond the stacks of props and

wagons there was literally nothing except a rusty steam winch, a large water butt into which was led the

down spout from the roof, a tank raised on a stand and fitted with a flexible pipe, evidently for supplying

crude oil for the ship's engines, and a number of empty barrels in which the oil had been delivered. With their

torch carefully screened by the black cloth the friends examined these objects, particularly the oil tank which,

forming as it did a bridge between ship and shore, naturally came in for its share of suspicion. But, they were

soon satisfied that neither it nor any of the other objects were connected with their quest, and retreating to the

Hilliard was for attempting to open one of the doors in the shed at the end away from the manager's room, but

Merriman, obsessed with the idea of seeing the unloading of the Girondin, urged that the contents of the shed

were secondary, and that their efforts should be confined to discovering a hiding place from which the

"If there was any way of getting inside one of these stacks of props," he said, "we could keep a perfect watch.

I could get in now, for example; you relieve me tomorrow night; I relieve you the next night, and so on.

Nothing could be unloaded that we wouldn't see. But," he added regretfully, "I doubt even if we could get

inside that we should be hidden. Besides, they might take a notion to load the props up."

"Afraid that is hardly the scheme," Hilliard answered, then went on excitedly: "But, there's that barrel!

"The barrel! That's the ticket." Merriman was excited in his turn. "That is, if it has a lid."

They retraced their steps. With the tank they did not trouble; it was a galvanized iron box with the lid riveted

It was an exceptionally large cask or butt, with a lid which projected over its upper rim and which entirely

protected the interior from view. It was placed in the corner beside the right hand gable of the shed, that is,

the opposite end of the manager's rooms, and the wooden down spout from the roof passed in through a slot

cut in the edge of the lid. A more ideal position for an observation post could hardly have been selected.

They found it was merely laid on the rim, clats nailed on below preventing it from slipping off. They raised it

easily and Hilliard flashed in a beam from his electric torch. The cask was empty, evidently a result of the

They lowered the cover and stood for a moment. Hilliard still wanted to try the doors of the shed, but

They returned to the boat and there argued it out. Merriman's proposal was to try to find out when the

Girondin was expected, then come the night before, bore a few eyeholes in the cask, and let one of them,

properly supplied with provisions, get inside and assume watch. The other one would row away, rest and

sleep during the day, and return on the following night, when they would exchange roles, and so on until the

Girondin left. In this way, he asserted, they must infallibly discover the truth, at least about the smuggling.

"Do you think we could stand twentyfour hours in that barrel?" Hilliard questioned.

"Of course we could stand it. We've got to. Come on, Hilliard, it's the only way."

It did not require much persuasion to get Hilliard to fall in with the proposal, and they untied their painter and

pulled silently away from the wharf. The tide had turned, and soon they relaxed their efforts and let the boat

drift gently downstream. The first faint light appeared in the eastern sky as they floated past Hassle, and for

an hour afterwards they lay in the bottom of the boat, smoking peacefully and entranced by the gorgeous

Not wishing to reach Hull too early, they rowed inshore and, landing in a little bay, lay down in the lush grass

and slept for three or four hours. Then reembarking, they pulled and drifted on until, between seven and

eight o'clock, they reached the wharf at which they had hired their boat. An hour later they were back at their

hotel, recuperating from the fatigues of the night with the help of cold baths and a substantial breakfast.

After breakfast Hilliard disappeared. He went out ostensibly to post a letter, but it was not until nearly three

"Sorry, old man," he greeted Merriman, "but when I was going to the post office this morning an idea struck

me, and it took me longer to follow up than I anticipated. I'll tell you. I suppose you realize that life in that

"It'll be damnable," Merriman agreed succinctly, "but we needn't worry about that; we're in for it."

"Oh, quite," Hilliard returned. "But just for that reason we don't want more of it than is necessary. We could

"Meaning that we mustn't go back to the wharf until the night before the Girondin arrives."

"Nor did I till I posted my letter. Then I got my idea. It seemed worth following up, so I went round the

shipping offices until I found a file of Lloyd's List. As you know it's a daily paper which gives the arrivals

and departures of all ships at the world's ports. My notion was that if we could make a list of the Girondin's

Ferriby arrivals and departures, say, during the last three months, and if we found she ran her trip regularly,

"I had no trouble getting out my list, but I found it a bit disappointing. The trip took either ten, eleven, or

twelve days, and for a long time I couldn't discover the ruling factor. Then I found it was Sunday. If you omit

each Sunday the Girondin is in port, the round trip always takes the even ten days. I had the Lesque arrival

and departure for that one trip when we were there, so I was able to make out the complete cycle. She takes

two days in the Lesque to load, three to run to Hull, two at Ferriby to discharge, and three to return to France.

Working from that and her last call here, she should be due back early on Friday morning."

"Good!" Merriman exclaimed. "Jolly good! And today is Thursday. We've just time to get ready."

They went out and bought a oneinch auger and a threesixteenths bradawl, a thick footstool and a satchel.

This latter they packed with a loaf, some cheese, a packet of figs, a few bottles of soda water and a flask of

whisky. These, with their caps, rubber shoes, electric torches and the black cloth, they carried to their boat;

then returning to the hotel, they spent the time resting there until eleven o'clock. Solemnly they drew lots for

the first watch, recognizing that the matter was by no means a joke, as, if unloading were carried on by night,

relief might be impossible during the ship's stay. But Merriman, to whom the fates were propitious, had no

By eleventhirty they were again sculling up the river. The weather was as perfect as that of the night before,

except that on this occasion a faint westerly breeze had covered the surface of the water with myriads of tiny

wavelets, which lapped and gurgled round the stem of their boat as they drove it gently through them. They

All was dark and silent above, as, carrying their purchases, they mounted to the wharf and crept stealthily to

the barrel. Carefully they raised the lid, and Merriman, standing on the footstool, with some difficulty

squeezed himself inside. Hilliard then lifted the footstool on to the rim and lowered the lid on to it, afterwards

passing in through the opening thus left the satchel of food and the oneinch auger.

A means of observation now remained to be made. Two holes, they thought, should afford all the view

necessary, one looking towards the front of the wharf, and the other at right angles, along the side of the shed.

Slowly, from the inside, Merriman began to bore. He made a sound like the nibbling of a mouse, but worked

at irregular speeds so as not to suggest human agency to anyone who might be awake and listening. Hilliard,

with his hand on the outside of the barrel, stopped the work when he felt the point of the auger coming

through, and he himself completed the hole from the outside with his bradawl. This gave an aperture

imperceptible on the rough exterior, but large within, and enabled the watcher to see through a much wider

angle than he could otherwise have done. Hilliard then once more raised the lid, allowing Merriman to lift the

All was now complete, and with a whispered exchange of good wishes, Hilliard withdrew, having satisfied

himself by a careful look round that no traces had been left. Regaining the boat, he loosed the painter and

Left to himself in the confined space and inky blackness of the cask, Merriman proceeded to take stock of his

position. He was anxious if possible to sleep, not only to pass some of the time, which at the best would

inevitably be terribly long, but also that he might be the more wakeful when his attention should be required.

He was surprised that the air was so good. Fortunately, the hole through the lid which received the down

spout was of large dimensions, so that even though he might not have plenty of air, he would be in no danger

The night was very still. Listening intently, he could not hear the slightest sound. The silence and utter

darkness indeed soon became overpowering, and he took his watch from his pocket that he might have the

He gave himself up for the thousandth time to the consideration of the main problem. What were the

syndicate people doing? Was Mr. Coburn liable to prosecution, to penal servitude? Was it possible that by

some twist of the legal mind, some misleading circumstantial evidence, Miss Coburn Madeleine could be

incriminated? Oh, if he but knew what was wrong, that he might be able to help! If he could but get her out of

it, and for her sake Mr. Coburn! If they were once safe he could pass on his knowledge to the police and be

quit of the whole business. But always there was this enveloping cloak of ignorance baffling him at every

turn. He did not know what was wrong, and any step he attempted might just precipitate the calamity he most

Suppose he went and asked her? This idea had occurred to him many times before, and he had always

rejected it as impracticable. But suppose he did? The danger was that she might be alarmed or displeased, that

she might refuse to admit there was anything wrong and forbid him to refer to the matter again or even send

him away altogether. And he felt he was not strong enough to risk that. No, he must know where he stood

first. He must understand his position, so as not to bungle the thing. Hilliard was right. They must find out

So the hours dragged slowly away, but at last after interminable ages had gone by, Merriman noticed two

faint spots of light showing at his eyeholes. Seating himself on his footstool, he bent forward and put his eye

It was still the cold, dead light of early dawn before the sun had come to awaken color and sharpen detail, but

the main outlines of objects were already clear. As Merriman peered out he saw with relief that no mistake

had been made as to his outlooks. From one hole or the other he could see the entire area of the wharf.

It was about five a.m., and he congratulated himself that what he hoped was the most irksome part of his vigil

was over. Soon the place would awaken to life, and the time would then pass more quickly in observation of

But the three hours that elapsed before anything happened seemed even longer than those before dawn. Then,

just as his watch showed eight o'clock, he heard a key grind in a lock, a door opened, and a man stepped out

He was a young fellow, slight in build, with an extremely alert and intelligent face, but a rather unpleasant

expression. The sallowness of his complexion was emphasized by his almost jet black hair and dark eyes. He

was dressed in a loose gray Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, but wore no hat. He moved forward three or

"I see her, Tom," he called out suddenly to someone in the shed behind. "She's just coming round the point."

There was another step and a second man appeared. He was older and looked like a foreman. His face was a

contrast to that of the other. In it the expression was good kindly, reliable, honest but ability was not

The other murmured something about "getting things ready," and disappeared back into the shed. Presently

came the sounds of doors being opened, and some more empty Decauville trucks were pushed out on to the

wharf. At intervals both men reappeared and looked downstream, evidently watching the approach of the

Some half an hour passed, and then an increase of movement seemed to announce her arrival. The manager

walked once more down the wharf, followed by the foreman and four other men apparently the whole staff

among whom was the bovinelooking fellow whom the friends had tried to pump on their first visit to the

locality. Then came a long delay during which Merriman could catch the sound of a ship's telegraph and the

churning of the screw, and at last the bow of the Girondin appeared, slowly coming in. Ropes were flung,

Captain Beamish was on the bridge, and as soon as he could, the manager jumped aboard and ran up the steps

and joined him there. In a few seconds both men disappeared into the captain's cabin.

The foreman and his men followed on board and began in a leisurely way to get the hatches open, but for at

least an hour no real activity was displayed. Then work began in earnest. The clearing of the hatches was

completed, the ship's winches were started, and the unloading of the props began.

This was simply a reversal of the procedure they had observed at the clearing. The props were swung out in

bundles by the Girondin's crew, lowered on to the Decauville trucks, and pushed by the depot men back

through the shed, the empty trucks being returned by another road, and brought by means of the turntables

to the starting point. The young manager watched the operations and took a tally of the props.

Merriman kept a close eye on the proceedings, and felt certain he was witnessing everything that was taking

place. Every truckload of props passed within ten feet of his hiding place, and he was satisfied that if

anything other than props were put ashore he would infallibly see it. But the close watching was a

considerable strain, and he soon began to grow tired. He had some bread and fruit and a whisky and soda, and

The work kept on without intermission until one o'clock, when the men knocked off for dinner. At two they

began again, and worked steadily all through the afternoon until past seven. During all that time only two

incidents, both trifling, occurred to relieve the monotony of the proceedings. Early in the forenoon Bulla

appeared, and under his instructions the end of the flexible hose from the crude oil tank was carried aboard

and connected by a union to a pipe on the lower deck. A wheel valve at the tank was turned, and Merriman

could see the hose move and stiffen as the oil began to flow through it. An hour later the valve was turned

off, the hose relaxed, the union was uncoupled and the hose, dripping black oil, was carried back and left in

its former place on the wharf. The second incident was that about three o'clock Captain Beamish and Bulla

Merriman was now horribly tired, and his head ached intolerably from the strain and the air of the barrel,

which had by this time become very impure. But he reflected that now when the men had left was the

opportunity of the conspirators. The time for which he had waited was approaching, and he nerved himself to

resist the drowsiness which was stealing over him and which threatened the success of his vigil.

But hour after hour slowly dragged past and nothing happened. Except for the occasional movement of one of

the crew on the ship, the whole place seemed deserted. It was not till well after ten, when dusk had fallen, that

At first he could not distinguish the words, but the tone was Bulla's, and from the sounds it was clear the

"You'd better keep your eyes open anyway," he said. "Morton says they only stayed at work about a week.

They're off somewhere now. Morton couldn't discover where, but he's trying to trace them."

"I'm not afraid of them," returned the manager's voice. "Even if they found this place, which of course they

"Well, don't make the mistake of underestimating their brains," counseled Beamish, as the three men moved

slowly down the wharf. Merriman, considerably thrilled, watched them go on board and disappear into the

So it was clear, then, that he and Hilliard were seriously suspected by the syndicate and were being traced by

their spy! What luck would the spy have? And if he succeeded in his endeavor, what would be their fortune?

Merriman was no coward, but he shivered slightly as he went over in his mind the steps of their present quest,

and realized how far they had failed to cover their traces, how at stage after stage they had given themselves

away to anyone who cared to make a few inquiries. What fools, he thought, they were not to have disguised

themselves! Simple disguises would have been quite enough. No doubt they would not have deceived

personal friends, but they would have made all the difference to a stranger endeavoring to trace them from

descriptions and those confounded photographs. Then they should not have travelled together to Hull, still

less have gone to the same hotel. It was true they had had the sense to register under false names, but that

would be but a slight hindrance to a skillful investigator. But their crowning folly, in Merriman's view, was

the hiring of the boat and the starting off at night from the docks and arriving back there in the morning.

What they should have done, he now thought bitterly, was to have taken a boat at Grimsby or some other

distant town and kept it continuously, letting no one know when they set out on or returned from their

But there was no use in crying over spilt milk. Merriman repeated to himself the adage, though he did not

find it at all comforting. Then his thoughts passed on to the immediate present, and he wondered whether he

should not try to get out of the barrel and emulate Hilliard's exploit in boarding the Girondin and listening to

the conversation in the captain's cabin. But he soon decided he must keep to the arranged plan, and make sure

Once again ensued a period of waiting, during which the time dragged terribly heavily. Everything without

was perfectly still, until at about half past eleven the door of the captain's cabin opened and its three

occupants came out into the night. The starboard deck light was on and by its light Merriman could see the

manager take his leave, cross the gangway, pass up the wharf and enter the shed. Bulla went down towards

his cabin door and Beamish, snapping off the deck light, returned to his. In about fifteen minutes his light

Some two hours later Merriman, who had kept awake and on guard only by the most determined effort, heard

a gentle tap on the barrel and a faint "Hist!" The lid was slowly raised, and to his intense relief he was able to

"Any news?" queried the latter in the faintest of whispers. "Absolutely none. Not a single thing came out of

that boat but props. I had a splendid view all the time. Except this, Hilliard" Merriman's whisper became

He handed over the satchel of fresh food and took out the old one. Then Merriman climbed out, held up the

lid until Hilliard had taken his place, wished his friend good luck, and passing like a shadow along the wharf,

noiselessly descended the steps and reached the boat. A few seconds later he had drifted out of sight of the

The air and freedom felt incredibly good after his long confinement, and it was a delight to stretch his

muscles at the oars. So hard did he row that it was barely three when he reached the boat slip in Hull. There

he tied up the skiff and walked to the hotel. Before four he was sound asleep in his room.

That evening about seven as he strolled along the waterfront waiting until it should be time to take out his

boat, he was delighted to observe the Girondin pass out to sea. He had dreaded having to take another

twentyfour hours' trick in the cask, which would have been necessary had the ship not left that evening.

Now all that was needed was a little care to get Hilliard out, and the immediate job would be done.

He took out the boat about eleven and duly reached the wharf. All was in darkness, and he crept to the barrel

Hilliard was exhausted from the long strain, but with his friend's help he succeeded in clambering out, having

first examined the floor of the barrel to see that nothing had been overlooked, as well as plugging the two

holes with corks. They regained the boat in silence, and it was not until they were some distance from the

"My goodness! Merriman," Hilliard said at last, "but that was an awful experience! You left the air in that

cursed barrel bad, and it got steadily worse until I thought I should have died or had to lift the lid and give the

"See anything? Not a blessed thing! We are barking up the wrong tree, Merriman. I'll stake my life nothing

came out of that boat but props. No; what those people are up to I don't know, but there's one thing a dead

They rowed on in silence, Hilliard almost sick with weariness and disappointment, Merriman lost in thought

over their problem. It was still early when they reached their hotel, and they followed Merriman's plan of the

Next day they spent in the hotel lounge, gloomily smoking and at intervals discussing the affair. They had

admitted themselves outwitted up to the present at all events. And neither could suggest any further step.

There seemed to be no line of investigation left which might bear better fruit. They agreed that the brandy

"We're fairly up against it as far as I can see," Hilliard admitted despondently. "It's a nasty knock having to

give up the only theory we were able to think of, but it's a hanged sight worse not knowing how we are going

"That is true," Merriman returned, Madeleine Coburn's face rising before his imagination, "but we can't give

"Not that, not that!" he protested, as he had protested in similar terms on a previous occasion when the same

SUGGESTION had been made. "We must keep away from the police at all costs." He spoke earnestly.

"I know your views," Hilliard answered, "and agree with them. But if neither of us can suggest an alternative,

This was what Merriman had feared and he determined to play the one poor trump in his hand.

"The number plates," he suggested. "As I said before, that is the only point at which we have actually come

up against this mystery. Why not let us start in on it? If we knew why those plates were changed, the chances

Hilliard, who was suffering from the reaction of his night of stress, took a depressed view and did not

welcome the SUGGESTION. He seemed to have lost heart in the inquiry, and again urged dropping it and

passing on their knowledge to Scotland Yard. But this course Merriman strenuously opposed, pressing his

view that the key to the mystery was to be found in the changing of the lorry numbers. Finally they decided to

leave the question over until the following day, and to banish the affair from their minds for that evening by a

Merriman was awakened in the early hours of the following morning by a push on the shoulder and, opening

his eyes, he was amazed to see Hilliard, dressed only in his pajamas, leaning over him. On his friend's face

was an expression of excitement and delight which made him a totally different man from the gloomy

"Merriman, old man," he cried, though in repressed tones it was only a little after five "I'm frightfully

sorry to stir you up, but I just couldn't help it. I say, you and I are a nice pair of idiots!"

"Talking about?" Hilliard returned eagerly. "Why, this affair, of course! I see it now, but what I don't see is

how we missed it before. The idea struck me like a flash. Just while you'd wink I saw the whole thing!"

"How they do it. We thought it was brandy smuggling but we couldn't see how it was done. Well, I see now.

It's brandy smuggling right enough, and we'll get them this time. We'll get them, Merriman, we'll get them

Hilliard was bubbling over with excitement. He could not remain still, but began to pace up and down the

room. His emotion was infectious, and Merriman began to feel his heart beat quicker as he listened.

"We thought there might be brandy, in fact we couldn't suggest anything else. But we didn't see any brandy;

"That's all," Hilliard declared with a delighted laugh. "That's the whole thing. Don't you see it now?"

"Confound it all, Hilliard," he protested. "If you haven't anything better to do than coming round wakening

"Oh, don't get on your hind legs," Hilliard interrupted with another ecstatic chuckle. "What I say is right

enough. Look here, it's perfectly simple. We thought brandy would be unloaded! And what's more, we both

sat in that cursed barrel and watched it being done! But all we saw coming ashore was pitprops, Merriman,

"Of course it was in the props!" Hilliard repeated triumphantly. "Hollow props; a few hollow ones full of

brandy to unload in their shed, many genuine ones to sell! What do you think of that, Merriman? Got them at

Merriman lay still as he tried to realize what this idea involved. Hilliard, moving jerkily about the room as if

"I thought it out in bed before I came along. All they'd have to do would be to cut the props in half and bore

them out, attaching a screwed ring to one half and a screwed socket to the other so that they'd screw together

"Then they'd get some steel things like oxygen gas cylinders to fit inside. They'd be designed of such a

thickness that their weight would be right; that their weight plus the brandy would be equal to the weight of

"The rest would be as easy as tumbling off a log. At night Coburn and company would screw off the hollow

ends, fill the cylinders with brandy, screw on the end again, and there you have your props harmless,

innocent props ready for loading up on the Girondin. Of course, they'd have them marked. Then when

they're being unloaded that manager would get the marked ones put aside they could somehow be

defective, too long or too short or too thin or too anything you like he would find some reason for

separating them out and then at night he would open the things and pour out the brandy, screw them up

Hilliard paused dramatically, like a conjurer who has just drawn a rabbit from a lady's vanity bag.

"That would explain that Ferriby manager sleeping in the shed," Merriman put in.

"And," Merriman went on, "there'd be enough genuine props carried on each trip to justify the trade."

"Of course. A very few faked ones would do all they wanted say two or three per cent. My goodness,

Merriman, it's a clever scheme; they deserve to win. But they're not going to." Again he laughed delightedly.

Merriman was thinking deeply. He had recovered his composure, and had begun to weigh the idea critically.

"They mightn't empty the brandy themselves at all," he said slowly. "What's to prevent them running the

"That's true," Hilliard returned. "That's another idea. My eyes, what possibilities the notion has!"

They talked on for some moments, then Hilliard, whose first excitement was beginning to wane, went back to

his room for some clothes. In a few minutes he returned full of another side of the idea.

"Let's just work out," he suggested, "how much you could put into a prop. Take a prop say nine inches in

diameter and nine feet long. Now you can't weaken it enough to risk its breaking if it accidentally falls.

Suppose you bored a sixinch hole down its center. That would leave the sides one and half inches thick,

"Very well. Now how long would it be? If we bore too deep a hole we may split the prop. What about two

"How much brandy could you put into a sixinch tube, five feet long?" He calculated aloud, Merriman

checking each step. "That works out at a cubic foot of brandy, six and a quarter gallons, fifty pints or four

"A glass of brandy in France costs you sixpence; in England it costs you halfacrown. Therefore, if you can

smuggle the stuff over you make a profit of two shillings a glass. Four hundred glasses at two shillings.

Merriman whistled. He was growing more and more im pressed. The longer he considered the idea, the

more likely it seemed. He listened eagerly as Hilliard, once again excitedly pacing the room, resumed his

"Now you have a cargo of about seven thousand props. Suppose you assume one per cent of them are faked,

that would be seventy. We don't know how many they have, of course, but one out of every hundred is surely

a conservative figure. Seventy props means 2,800 pounds profit per trip. And they have a trip every ten days

say thirty trips a year to be on the safe side 84,000 pounds a year profit! My eyes, Merriman, it would be

"Risks?" cried Merriman, now as much excited as his friend. "They'd risk hell for it! I bet, Hilliard, you've

got it at last. 84,000 pounds a year! But look here," his voice changed "you have to divide it among the

"That's true, you have," Hilliard admitted, "but even so how many are there? Beamish, Bulla, Coburn,

Henri, the manager here, and the two men they spoke of, Morton and Archer that makes seven. That would

"Worth while? I should just say so." Merriman lay silently pondering the idea. Presently he spoke again.

"They're only guesswork," Hilliard agreed with a trace of impatience in his manner, "because we don't know

the size of the tubes and the number of the props, but it's not guesswork that they can make a fortune out of

smuggling in that way. We see now that the thing can be done, and how it can be done. That's something

"Hand me my pipe and baccy out of that coat pocket like a good man," he asked, continuing slowly:

"It'll be some job, I fancy, proving it. We shall have to see first if the props are emptied at that depot, and if

not we shall have to find out where they're sent, and investigate. I seem to see a pretty long program opening

"Not a plan," Hilliard declared cheerfully. "No time to make 'em yet. But we shall find a way somehow."

They went on discussing the matter in more detail. At first the testing of Hilliard's new theory appeared a

simple matter, but the more they thought it over the more difficult it seemed to become. For one thing there

would be the investigations at the depot. Whatever unloading of the brandy was carried on there would

probably be done inside the shed and at night. It would therefore be necessary to find some hiding place

within the building from which the investigations could be made. This alone was an undertaking bristling

with difficulties. In the first place, all the doors of the shed were locked and none of them opened without

noise. How were they without keys to open the doors in the dark, silently and without leaving traces?

Observations might be required during the entire tenday cycle, and that would mean that at some time each

night one of these doors would have to be opened and shut to allow the watcher to be relieved. And if the

emptying of the props were done at night how were they to ensure that this operation should not coincide

with the visit of the relief? And this was all presupposing that a suitable hiding place could be found inside

the building in such a position that from it the operations in question could be overlooked.

Here no doubt were pretty serious obstacles, but even were they all successfully overcome it did not follow

that they would have solved the problem. The faked props might be loaded up and forwarded to some other

depot, and, if so, this other depot might be by no means easy to find. Further, if it were found, nocturnal

It seemed to the friends that all they had done up to the present would be the merest child's play in

comparison to what was now required. During the whole of that day and the next they brooded over the

problem, but without avail. The more they thought about it the more hopeless it seemed. Even Hilliard's

cheery optimism was not proof against the wave of depression which swept over him.

Curiously enough it was to Merriman, the plodding rather than the brilliant, that light first came. They were

seated in the otherwise empty hotel lounge when he suddenly stopped smoking, sat motionless for nearly a

"I say, Hilliard," he exclaimed. "I wonder if there mightn't be another way out after all a scheme for making

them separate the faked and the genuine props? Do you know Leatham Charlie Leatham of Ellerby,

somewhere between Selby and Boughton? No? Well, he owns a group of mines in that district. He's as decent

a soul as ever breathed, and is just rolling in money. Now, how would it do if we were to go to Charlie and

tell him the whole thing, and ask him to approach these people to see if they would sell him a cargo of props

an entire cargo. I should explain that he has a private wharf for lighters on one of those rivers up beyond

Goole, but the approach is too shallow for a seagoing boat. Now, why shouldn't he tell these people about

his wharf, saying he had heard the Girondin was shallow in the draught, and might get up? He would then say

he would take an entire cargo on condition that he could have it at his own place and so save rail carriage

from Ferriby. That would put the syndicate in a hole. They couldn't let any of the faked props out of their

possession, and if they agreed to Leatham's proposal they'd have to separate out the faked props from the

genuine, and keep the faked aboard. On their way back from Leatham's they would have to call at Ferriby to

put these faked ones ashore, and if we are not utter fools we should surely be able to get hold of them then.

"Bravo!" he cried with enthusiasm. "I think it's just splendid. But is there any chance your friend would take a

cargo? It's rather a large order, you know. What would it run into? Four or five thousand pounds?"

"Why shouldn't he? He has to buy props anyway, and these are good props and they would be as cheap as any

he could get elsewhere. Taking them at his own wharf would be good business. Besides, 7,000 props is not a

"But the syndicate may not agree," Merriman went on. "And yet I think they will. It would look suspicious

Hilliard nodded. Then a further idea seemed to strike him and he sat up suddenly.

"But, Merriman, old man," he exclaimed, "you've forgotten one thing. If they sent a cargo of that kind they'd

"I dare say you're right," he admitted, "but we can easily prevent that. Suppose Leatham arranges for a cargo

for some indefinite date ahead, then on the day after the Girondin leaves France he goes to Ferriby and says

some other consignment has failed him, and could they let him have the next cargo? That would meet the

"By Jove, Merriman, but you're developing the detective instinct and no mistake! I think the scheme's worth

"Delighted to see you and meet your friend," he answered. "But couldn't you both come over now and stay

the night? You would be a perfect godsend to me, for Hilda's in London and I have the house to myself."

Merriman thanked him, and later on the two friends took the 6.35 train to Ellerby. Leatham's car was waiting

for them at the station, and in a few minutes they had reached the mineowner's house.

Charles Leatham was a man of about fiveandthirty, tall, broad, and of muscular build. He had a strong,

cleanshaven face, a kindly though direct manner, and there was about him a SUGGESTION of decision and

"This is very jolly," he greeted them. "How are you, old man? Glad to meet you, Hilliard. This is better than

They went into dinner presently, but it was not until the meal was over and they were stretched in basket

chairs on the terrace in the cool evening air that Merriman reverted to the subject which had brought them

"I'm afraid," he began, "it's only now when I am right up against it that I realize what appalling cheek we

show in coming to you like this, and when you hear what we have in our minds, I'm afraid you will think so

too. As a matter of fact, we've accidentally got hold of information that a criminal organization of some kind

is in operation. For various reasons our hands are tied about going to the police, so we're trying to play the

detectives ourselves, and now we're up against a difficulty we don't see our way through. We thought if we

could interest you sufficiently to induce you to join us, we might devise a scheme.

"Sounds like the New Arabian Nights!" he exclaimed. "You're not by any chance pulling my leg?"

"The thing's really a bit serious," he continued. "If what we suspect is going on, the parties concerned won't

be squeamish about the means they adopt to keep their secret. I imagine they'd have a short way with

Leatham's expression of astonishment did not decrease, but "By Jove!" was all he said.

Merriman paused and glanced questioningly at the other, who nodded without replying.

"It began when I was cycling from Bayonne to Bordeaux," Merriman went on, and he told his host about his

visit to the clearing, his voyage of discovery with Hilliard and what they had learned in France, their trip to

Hull, the Ferriby depot and their adventures thereat, ending up by explaining their hollow pitprop idea, and

Leatham heard the story with an interest which could hardly fail to gratify its narrator. When it was finished

he expressed his feelings by giving vent to a long and complicated oath. Then he asked how they thought he

could help. Merriman explained. The mineowner rather gasped at first, then he laughed and slapped his thigh.

"By the Lord Harry!" he cried, "I'll do it! As a matter of fact I want the props, but I'd do it anyway to see you

through. If there's anything at all in what you suspect it'll make the sensation of the year."

"I shall go down to that depot at Ferriby tomorrow, have a look at the props, and broach the idea of taking a

cargo. It'll be INTERESTING to have a chat with that manager fellow, and you may bet I'll keep my eyes

open. You two had better lie low here, and in the evening we'll have another talk and settle what's to be

The next day the friends "lay low," and evening saw them once more on the terrace with their host. It seemed

that he had motored to Ferriby about midday. The manager had been polite and even friendly, had seemed

pleased at the visit of so influential a customer, and had shown him over the entire concern without the

slightest hesitation. He had appeared delighted at the prospect of disposing of a whole cargo of props, and

had raised no objection to the Girondin unloading at Leatham's wharf. The price was moderate, but not

"I must admit," Leatham concluded, "that everything appeared very sound and businesslike. I had a look

everywhere in that shed and enclosure, and I saw nothing even remotely suspicious. The manager's manner,

too, was normal and it seems to me that either he's a jolly good actor or you two chaps are on a wild goose

"We may be about the hollow props," Merriman returned, "and we may be about the brandy smuggling. But

there's no mistake at all about something being wrong. That's certain from what Hilliard overheard."

"I know all that," he said, "and when we've carried out this present scheme we shall know something more.

"Then on Friday afternoon I shall call up those people and pitch my yarn about my consignment of props

having gone astray, and ask if they can send their boat direct here. How's that?"

"Then I think for the present you two had better clear out. Our connection should not be known. And don't go

near London either. That chap Morton has lost you once, but he'll not do it a second time. Go and tramp the

Peak District, or something of that kind. Then you'll be wanted back in Hull on Saturday."

"That blessed barrel of yours. You say the Girondin will leave France on Thursday night. That means she will

be in the Humber on Sunday night or Monday morning. Now you reckoned she would unload here and put

the faked props ashore and load up oil at Ferriby on her way out. But she mightn't. She might go into Ferriby

first. It would be the likely thing to do, in fact, for then she'd get here with nothing suspicious aboard and

could unload everything. So I guess you'll have to watch in your barrel on Sunday, and that means getting

"Good heavens," Hilliard cried, "it means about four more nights of the damned thing. From Saturday night

to Sunday night for the arrival; maybe until Monday night if she lies over to discharge the faked props on

Monday. Then another two nights or maybe three to cover her departure. I tell you it's a tall order."

"But think of the prize," Leatham smiled maliciously. "As a matter of fact I don't see any other way."

"There is no other way," Merriman declared with decision. "We may just set our teeth and go through with

After further discussion it was arranged that the friends would leave early next day for Harrogate. There

Leatham would wire them on Friday the result of his negotiations about the Girondin. They could then return

to Hull and get out their boat on Saturday should that be necessary. When about midnight they turned in,

Leatham was quite as keen about the affair as his guests, and quite as anxious that their joint experiment

The two friends spent a couple of lazy days amusing themselves in Harrogate, until towards evening on the

"That'll be Leatham," he exclaimed. "Come on, Hilliard, and hear what he has to say."

"I've just rung up our friends," he told them, "and that business is all right. There was some delay about it at

first, for Benson that's the manager was afraid he hadn't enough stock of props for current orders. But on

looking up his records he found he could manage, so he is letting the ship come on."

"The Girondin is expected about seven tomorrow evening. Benson then asked about a pilot. It seems their

captain is a certified pilot of the Humber up to Ferriby, but he could not take the boat farther. I told him I'd

lend him the man who acted for me, and what I've arranged is this, I shall send Angus Menzies, the master of

one of my river tugs, to the wharf at Ferriby about six on Saturday evening. When the Girondin comes up he

can go aboard and work her on here. Menzies is a good man, and I shall drop a hint that I've bought the whole

cargo, and to keep his eyes open that nothing is put ashore that I don't get. That'll be a still further check."

The friends expressed their satisfaction at this arrangement, and it was decided that as soon as the

investigation was over all three should meet and compare results at Leatham's house.

Next evening saw the two inquirers back at their hotel in Hull. They had instructed the owner of their hired

boat to keep it in readiness for them, and about eleven o'clock, armed with the footstool and the satchel of

food, they once more got on board and pulled out on to the great stream. Merriman not wishing to spend

longer in the barrel than was absolutely necessary, they went ashore near Hassle and had a couple of hours'

sleep, and it was well past four when they reached the depot. The adventure was somewhat more risky than

on the previous occasion, owning to the presence of a tiny arc of moon. Rut they carried out their plans

without mishap, Merriman taking his place in the cask, and Hilliard returning to Hull with the boat.

If possible, the slow passage of the heavily weighted hours until the following evening was even more

irksome to the watcher than on the first occasion. Merriman felt he would die of weariness and boredom long

before anything happened, and it was only the thought that he was doing it for Madeleine Coburn that kept

At intervals during the morning, Benson, the manager, or one of the other men came out for a moment or two

on the wharf, but no regular work went on there. During the interminable hours of the afternoon no one

appeared at all, the whole place remaining silent and deserted, and it was not until nearly six that the sound of

footsteps fell on Merriman's weary ears. He heard a gruff voice saying: "Ah'm no so sairtain o' it mesel',"

which seemed to accord with the name of Leatham's skipper, and then came Benson's voice raised in

The two men passed out of the shed and moved to the edge of the wharf, pursuing a desultory discussion, the

drift of which Merriman could not catch. The greater part of an hour passed, when first Benson and then

Menzies began to stare eastwards down the river. It seemed evident to Merriman that the Girondin was in

sight, and he began to hope that something more INTERESTING would happen. But the time dragged

wearily for another halfhour, until he heard the bell of the engineroom telegraph and the wash of the

screw. A moment later the ship appeared, drew alongside, and was berthed, all precisely as had happened

As soon as the gangway was lowered, Benson sprang aboard, and running up the ladder to the bridge, eagerly

addressed Captain Beamish. Merriman could not hear what was said, but he could see the captain shaking his

head and making little gestures of disapproval. He watched him go to the engine room tube and speak down

it. It was evidently a call to Bulla, for almost immediately the engineer appeared and ascended to the bridge,

where all three joined in a brief discussion. Finally Benson came to the side of the ship and shouted

something to Menzies, who at once went on board and joined the group on the bridge. Merriman saw Benson

introduce him to the others, and then apparently explain something to him. Menzies nodded as if satisfied and

Merriman was considerably thrilled by this new development. He imagined that Benson while, for the benefit

of Menzies, ostensibly endeavoring to make the arrangements agreed on, had in reality preceded the pilot on

board in order to warn the captain of the proposal, and arrange with him some excuse for keeping the ship

where she was for the night. Bulla had been sent for to acquaint him with the situation, and it was not until all

three were agreed as to their story that Menzies was invited to join the conclave. To Merriman it certainly

looked as if the men were going to fall into the trap which he and his friends had prepared, and he

congratulated himself on having adhered to his program and hidden himself in the barrel, instead of leaving

the watching to be done by Menzies, as he had been so sorely tempted to do. For it was clear to him that if

any secret work was to be done Menzies would be got out of the way until it was over. Merriman was now

keenly on the alert, and he watched every movement on the ship or wharf with the sharpness of a lynx. Bulla

presently went below, leaving the other three chatting on the bridge, then a move was made and, the engineer

reappearing, all four entered the cabin. Apparently they were having a meal, for in about an hour's time they

emerged, and bringing canvas chairs to the boat deck, sat down and began to smoke all except Bulla, who

once again disappeared below. In a few moments he emerged with one of the crew, and began to superintend

the coupling of the oil hose. The friends had realized the ship would have to put in for oil, but they had

expected that an hour's halt would have sufficed to fill up. But from the delay in starting and the leisurely

way the operation was being conducted, it looked as if she was not proceeding that night.

In about an hour the oiling was completed, and Bulla followed his friends to the captain's cabin, where the

latter had retired when dusk began to fall. An hour later they came out, said "Goodnight," and separated,

Benson coming ashore, Bulla and Menzies entering cabins on the main deck, and Captain Beamish snapping

"Now or never," thought Merriman, as silence and darkness settled down over the wharf.

But apparently it was to be never. Once again the hours crept slowly by and not a sign of activity became

apparent. Nothing moved on either ship or wharf, until about two in the morning he saw dimly in the faint

The exchange was rapidly effected, and Hilliard took up his watch, while his friend pulled back into Hull, and

The following day Merriman took an early train to Goole, returning immediately. This brought him past the

That night he again rowed to the wharf and relieved Hilliard. They had agreed that in spite of the extreme

irksomeness of a second night in the cask it was essential to continue their watch, lest the Girondin should

The remainder of the night and the next day passed like a hideous dream. There being nothing to watch for in

the first part of his vigil, Merriman tried to sleep, but without much success. The hours dragged by with an

incredible deliberation, and during the next day there was but slight movement on the wharf to occupy his

attention. And then just before dark he had the further annoyance of learning that his longdrawnout misery

had been unnecessary. He saw out in the river the Girondin passing rapidly seawards.

Their plan then had failed. He was too weary to think consecutively about it, but that much at least was clear.

When Hilliard arrived some five hours later, he had fallen into a state of partial coma, and his friend had

considerable trouble in rousing him to make the effort necessary to leave his biding place with the requisite

The next evening the two friends left Hull by a late train, and reaching Leatham's house after dusk had fallen,

were soon seated in his smokingroom with whiskies and sodas at their elbows and Corona Coronas in their

mouths. All three were somewhat gloomy, and their disappointment and chagrin were very real. Leatham was

"Well," he said, drawing at his cigar, "I suppose we needn't say one thing and think another. I take it our

"He saw you," the mineowner returned. "He's a very dependable chap, and I thought it would be wise to give

him a hint that we suspected something serious, so he kept a good watch. It seems when the ship came

alongside at Ferriby, Benson told the captain not to make fast as he had to go further up the river. But the

captain said he thought they had better fill up with oil first, and he sent to consult the engineer, and it was

agreed that when they were in they might as well fill up as it would save a call on the outward journey.

Besides, no one concerned was on for going up in the dark there are sandbanks, you know, and the

navigation's bad. They gave Menzies a starboard deck cabin that was on the wharf side and he sat

watching the wharf through his porthole for the entire night. There wasn't a thing unloaded, and there wasn't a

movement on the wharf until you two changed your watch. He saw that, and it fairly thrilled him. After that

not another thing happened until the cook brought him some coffee and they got away."

"Pretty thorough," Hilliard commented. "It's at least a blessing to be sure beyond a doubt nothing was

"We're certain enough of that," Leatham went on, "and we're certain of something else too. I arranged to drop

down on the wharf when the discharging was about finished, and I had a chat with the captain; superior chap,

that. I told him I was interested in his ship, for it was the largest I have ever seen up at my wharf, and that I

had been thinking of getting one something the same built. I asked him if he would let me see over her, and

he was most civil and took me over the entire boat. There was no part of her we didn't examine, and I'm

prepared to swear there were no props left on board. So we may take it that whatever else they're up to,

they're not carrying brandy in faked pitprops. Nor, so far as I can see, in anything else either."

"I suppose, Leatham, you can't think of any other theory, or suggest anything else that we should do."

"I can't suggest what you should do," returned Leatham, rising to his feet and beginning to pace the room.

"But I know what I should do in your place. I'd go down to Scotland Yard, tell them what I know, and then

"I'm afraid we shall have no option," he said slowly, "but I needn't say we should much rather learn

"I dare say, but you haven't been able to. Either these fellows are a deal too clever for you, or else you are on

the wrong track altogether. And that's what I think. I don't believe there's any smuggling going on there at all.

It's some other game they're on to. I don't know what it is, but I don't believe it's anything so crude as

Again silence fell on the little group, and then Merriman, who had for some time been lost in thought, made a

"Lord!" he exclaimed, "but we have been fools over this thing! There's another point we've all missed, which

alone proves it couldn't have been faked props. Here, Hilliard, this was your theory, though I don't mean to

saddle you with more imbecility than myself. But anyway, according to your theory, what happened to the

"After they were unloaded?" he repeated. "Why, returned of course for the next cargo."

"But that's just it," cried Merriman. "That's just what wasn't done. We've seen that boat unloaded twice, and

"That's a point, certainly; yes," Leatham interposed. "I suppose they would have to be used again and again?

Each trip's props couldn't be destroyed after arrival, and new ones made for the next cargo?"

"No," he declared. "Impossible. Those things would cost a lot of money. You see, no cheap scheme, say of

shipping bottles into hollowed props, would do. The props would have to be thoroughly well made, so that

they wouldn't break and give the show away if accidentally dropped. They wouldn't pay unless they were

used several times over. I'm afraid Merriman's point is sound, and we may give up the idea.

Further discussion only strengthened this opinion, and the three men had to admit themselves at a total loss as

to their next move. The only SUGGESTION in the field was that of Leatham, to inform Scotland Yard, and

"There's nothing else for it that I can see," he observed gloomily. "We've done our best on our own and

failed, and we may let someone else have a shot now. My leave's nearly up anyway."

Merriman said nothing at the time, but next day, when they had taken leave of their host and were in train for

"I needn't say, Hilliard," he began, "I'm most anxious that the police should not be brought in, and you know

the reason why. If she gets into any difficulty about the affair, you understand my life's at an end for any

good it'll do me. Let's wait a while and think over the thing further, and perhaps we'll see daylight before

"If you can suggest any single thing that we should do that we haven't done, I'm ready to do it. But if you

can't, I don't see that we'd be justified in keeping all that knowledge to ourselves for an indefinite time while

"It's perfectly reasonable," Merriman admitted, "and I don't suggest we should wait indefinitely. What I

propose is that we wait for a month. Give me another month, Hilliard, and I'll be satisfied. I have an idea that

something might be learned from tracing that lorry number business, and if you have to go back to work I'll

slip over by myself to Bordeaux and see what I can do. And if I fail I'll see her, and try to get her to marry me

in spite of the trouble. Wait a month, Hilliard, and by that time I shall know where I stand."

Hilliard was extremely unwilling to agree to this proposal. Though he realized that he could not hand over to

his superiors a complete case against the syndicate, he also saw that considerable kudos was still possible if

he supplied information which would enable their detectives to establish one. And every day he delayed

increased the chance of someone else finding the key to the riddle, and thus robbing him of his reward.

Merriman realized the position, and he therefore fully appreciated the sacrifice Hilliard was risking when

Two days later Hilliard was back at his office, while Merriman, after an argument with his partner not far

The failure of the attempt to learn the secret of the PitProp Syndicate affected Merriman more than he could

have believed possible. His interest in the affair was not that of Hilliard. Neither the intellectual joy of

solving a difficult problem for its own sake, nor the kudos which such a solution might bring, made much

appeal to him. His concern was simply the happiness of the girl he loved, and though, to do him justice, he

did not think overmuch of himself, he recognized that any barrier raised between them was the end for him of

As he lay back with closed eyes in the corner seat of a firstclass compartment in the boat train from Calais

he went over for the thousandth time the details of the problem as it affected himself. Had Mr. Coburn

rendered himself liable to arrest or even to penal servitude, and did his daughter know it? The anxious,

troubled look which Merriman had on different occasions surprised on the girl's expressive face made him

fear both these possibilities. But if they were true did it stop there? Was her disquietude due merely to

knowledge of her father's danger, or was she herself in peril also? Merriman wondered could she have such

knowledge and not be in peril herself. In the eyes of the law would it not be a guilty knowledge? Could she

If it were so he must act at once if he were to save her. But how? He writhed under the terrible feeling of

impotence produced by his ignorance of the syndicate's real business. If he were to help Madeleine he must

And he had failed to learn. He had failed, and Hilliard had failed, and neither they nor Leatham had been able

There was, of course, the changing of the number plates. A trained detective would no doubt be able to make

something of that. But Merriman felt that without even the assistance of Hilliard, he had neither the desire nor

He pondered the question, as he had pondered it for weeks, and the more he thought, the more he felt himself

driven to the direct course to see Madeleine, put the problem to her, ask her to marry him and come out of

it all. But there were terrible objections to this plan, not the least of which was that if he made a blunder it

might be irrevocable. She might not hear him at all. She might be displeased by his SUGGESTION that she

and her father were in danger from such a cause. She might decide not to leave her father for the very reason

that he was in danger. And all these possibilities were, of course, in addition to the much more probable one

Merriman did not see his way clearly, and he was troubled. Once he had made up his mind he was not easily

turned from his purpose, but he was slow in making it up. In this case, where so much depended on his

Mechanically he alighted at the Gare du Nord, crossed Paris, and took his place in the southern express at the

Quai d'Orsay. Here he continued wrestling with his problem, and it was not until he was near his destination

that he arrived at a decision. He would not bother about further investigations. He would go out and see

He alighted at the Bastide Station in Bordeaux, and driving across to the city, put up at the Gironde Hotel.

There he slept the night, and next day after lunch he took a taxi to the clearing.

Leaving the vehicle on the main road, he continued on foot down the lane and past the depot until he reached

The door was opened by Miss Coburn in person. On seeing her visitor she stood for a moment quite

motionless while a look of dismay appeared in her eyes and a hot flush rose on her face and then faded,

"Oh!" she gasped faintly. "It's you!" She still stood holding the door, as if overcome by some benumbing

"It is I, Miss Coburn," he answered gently. "I have come over from London to see you. May I not come in?"

"Come in, of course," she said, making an obvious effort to infuse cordiality into her tone. "Come in here."

He fumbled with his coat in the hall, and by the time he followed her into the drawingroom she had

She began rather breathlessly to talk commonplaces. At first he answered in the same strain, but directly he

made a serious attempt to turn the conversation to the subject of his call she adroitly interrupted him.

"You'll have some tea?" she said presently, getting up and moving towards the door.

"But I want some tea," she persisted, smiling. "Come, you may help me to get it ready, but you must have

He had perforce to obey, and during the teamaking she effectually prevented any serious discussion. But

when the meal was over and they had once more settled down in the drawingroom he would no longer be

"Forgive me," he entreated, "forgive me for bothering you, but it's so desperately important to me. And we

Without waiting for permission he plunged into the subject. Speaking hoarsely, stammering, contradicting

himself, boggling over the words, he yet made himself clear. He loved her; had loved her from that first day

they had met; he loved her more than anything else in the world; he She covered her face with her hands.

"Oh!" she cried wildly. "Don't go on! Don't say it!" She made a despairing gesture. "I can't listen. I tried to

"But I will speak," he cried hoarsely. "It's my life that's at stake. Don't tell me you can't listen. Madeleine! I

love you. I want you to marry me. Say you'll marry me. Madeleine! Say it!" He dropped on his knees before

"My darling," he whispered fiercely. "I love you enough for us both. Say you'll marry me. Say "

She wrenched her hands from him. "Oh!" she cried as if heartbroken, and burst into an uncontrollable flood

For pity's sake! Do stop it! Nothing matters about anything else if only you stop!"

He was almost beside himself with misery as he pleaded with her. But soon he pulled himself together and

"At least tell me the reason," he besought. "I know I've no right to ask, but it matters so much. Have pity and

"Thank goodness for that anyway. Tell me once again. Is it that you don't like me?"

"You do like me!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "You do, Madeleine. Say it! Say that you do!"

"You know I do, but " she began in a tremulous whisper. In a paroxysm of overwhelming excitement he

"Madeleine," he cried wildly, again seizing her hands, "you don't it couldn't be possible that you that you

This time she did not withdraw her hands. Slowly she raised her eyes to his, and in them he read his answer.

For a breathless space she lay, a happy little smile on her lips, and then the moment passed. "Oh!" she cried,

"Darling," he breathed triumphantly. "I'll never let you go as long as I live! You love me! What else matters?"

"No, no," she cried again, her tears once more flowing. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have allowed you. It can

"Never be?" he repeated. "Why, dear one, it is. I'd like to know the person or thing that could stop it now!"

"It can never be," she repeated in a voice of despair. "You don't understand. There are obstacles."

She argued. He scoffed first, then he pleaded. He demanded to be told the nature of the barrier, then he

besought, but all to no purpose. She would say no more than that it could never be.

And then suddenly the question of the syndicate flashed into his mind, and he sat, almost gasping with

wonder as he realized that he had entirely forgotten it! He had forgotten this mysterious business which had

occupied his thoughts to the exclusion of almost all else for the past two months! It seemed to him incredible.

There surged over him a feeling of relief, so that once more he all but laughed. He turned to Madeleine.

"I know," he cried triumphantly, "the obstacle. And it's just nothing at all. It's this syndicate business that

The effect of his words on the girl was instantaneous. She started and then sat quite still, while the color

slowly drained from her face, leaving it bleached and deathlike. A look of fear and horror grew in her eyes,

"Dear one," he said caressingly, "don't let what I said distress you. We know the syndicate is carrying on

something that well, perhaps wouldn't bear too close investigation. But that has nothing to do with us. It

"Why, Hilliard; Hilliard and I. We found out quite by accident that there was something secret going on. We

were both interested; Hilliard has a mania for puzzles, and besides he thought he might get some kudos if the

business was illegal and he could bring it to light, while I knew that because of Mr. Coburn's connection with

Merriman was profoundly unhappy. He felt it was out of the question for him to tell her anything but the

exact truth. Whether she would consider he had acted improperly in spying on the syndicate he did not know,

but even at the risk of destroying his own chance of happiness he could not deceive her.

"Dear one," he said in a low tone, "don't think any worse of me than you can help, and I will tell you

everything. You remember that first day that I was here, when you met me in the lane and we walked to the

"You may recall that a lorry had just arrived, and that I stopped and stared at it? Well, I had noticed that the

"Yes, I saw it, though it conveyed nothing to me. But I was interested, and one night in London, just to make

conversation in the club, I mentioned what I had seen. Hilliard was present, and he joined me on the way

home and insisted on talking over the affair. As I said, he has a mania for puzzles, and the mystery appealed

to him. He was going on that motorboat tour across France, and he suggested that I should join him and that

we should call here on our way, so as to see if we could find the solution. Neither of us thought then, you

understand, that there was anything wrong; he was merely interested. I didn't care about the mystery, but I

confess I leaped at the idea of coming back in order to meet you again, and on the understanding that there

Merriman paused, but the girl, whose eyes were fixed intently on his face, made no remark, and he continued:

"While we were here, Hilliard, who is very observant and clever, saw one or two little things which excited

his suspicion, and without telling me, he slipped on board the Girondin and overheard a conversation between

Mr. Coburn, Captain Beamish, Mr. Bulla, and Henri. He learned at once that something serious and illegal

"There was," he admitted. "I can only say that under the circumstances he thought himself justified."

"We returned then to England, and were kept at our offices for about a week. But Hilliard felt that we could

not drop the matter, as we should then become accomplices. Besides, he was interested. He proposed we

should try to find out more about it. This time I agreed, but I would ask you, Madeleine, to believe me when I

tell you my motive, and to judge me by it. He spoke of reporting what he had learned to the police, and if I

hadn't agreed to help him he would have done so. I wanted at all costs to avoid that, because if there was

going to be any trouble I wanted Mr. Coburn to be out of it first. Believe me or not, that was my only reason

"We learned from Lloyd's List that the Girondin put into Hull. We went there and at Ferriby, seven miles

upstream, we found the depot where she discharged the props. You don't know it?"

"It's quite like this place; just a wharf and shed, with an enclosure between the river and the railway. We

made all the inquiries and investigations we could think of, but we learned absolutely nothing. But that,

unfortunately, is the worst of it. Hilliard is disgusted with our failure and appears determined to tell the

"Oh!" cried the girl with an impatient gesture. "Why can't he let it alone? It's not his business."

"That's what he said at all events. I had the greatest difficulty in getting him to promise even to delay. But he

has promised, and we have a month to make our plans. I came straight over to tell you, and to ask you to

"Oh, no, no, no!" she cried, putting up her hand as if to shield herself from the idea. "Besides, what about my

"I've thought about him too," Merriman returned. "We will tell him the whole thing, and he will be able to get

For some moments she sat in silence; then she asked had Hilliard any idea of what was being done.

"He suggested brandy smuggling, but it was only a theory. There was nothing whatever to support it."

"It wouldn't be so bad as what I had feared," the girl added, answering his look.

"I do trust you, and I will tell you all I know; it isn't much. I was afraid they were printing and circulating

"Yes; English Treasury notes. I thought they were perhaps printing them over here, and sending some to

England with each trip of the Girondin. It was a remark I accidentally overheard that made me think so. But,

"It was last winter when the evenings closed in early. I had had a headache and I had gone to rest for a few

minutes in the next room, the diningroom, which was in darkness. The door between it and this room was

almost but not quite closed. I must have fallen asleep, for I suddenly became conscious of voices in here,

though I had heard no one enter. I was going to call out when a phrase arrested my attention. I did not mean

"Captain Beamish was speaking. He was just finishing a sentence and I only caught the last few words. 'So

that's a profit of six thousand, seven hundred and fifty pounds,' he said; 'fifty pounds loss on the props, and

"I couldn't understand what was meant, and while I sat undecided what to do I heard my father say, 'No

trouble planting the stuff?' Captain Beamish answered, 'Archer said not, but then Archer is Archer. He's

planting it in small lots ten here, twenty there, fifty in t'other place; I don't think he put out more than fifty

at any one time. And he says he's only learning his way round, and that he'll be able to form better

connections to get rid of it.' Then Mr. Bulla spoke, and this was what upset me so much and made me think,

'Mr. Archer is a wonderful man,' he said with that horrible fat chuckle of his, 'he would plant stuff on Old

Nick himself with the whole of the C.I.D. looking on.' I was bewildered and rather horrified, and I did not

wait to hear any more. I crept away noiselessly, and I didn't want to be found as it were listening. Even then I

did not understand that anything was wrong, but it happened that the very next day I was walking through the

forest near the lane, and I noticed Henri changing the numbers on the lorry. He didn't see me, and he had such

a stealthy surreptitious air, that I couldn't but see it was not a joke. Putting two and two together I felt

"But it was no use. He made little of it at first, but when I pressed him he said that against his will he had

been forced into an enterprise which he hated and which he was trying to get out of. He said I must be patient

and we should get away from it as quickly as possible. But since then," she added despondently, "though I

have returned to the subject time after time he has always put me off, saying that we must wait a little

"Yes, but I had no reason to do so except that I couldn't think of anything else that would fit the words I had

Merriman had just time to nod when the door opened and Mr. Coburn appeared on the threshold. For a

moment he stood looking at his daughter's visitor, while the emotions of doubt, surprise and annoyance

seemed to pass successively through his mind. Then he advanced with outstretched hand and a somewhat

"Ah, it is the good Merriman," he exclaimed. "Welcome once more to our humble abode. And where is

His tone jarred on Merriman, but he answered courteously: "I left him in London. I had business bringing me

to this neighborhood, and when I reached Bordeaux I took the opportunity to run out to see you and Miss

The manager replied suitably, and the conversation became general. As soon as he could with civility,

Mr. Coburn had become more cordial, and the two men strolled together across the clearing. Merriman had

had no opportunity of further private conversation with Madeleine, but he pressed her hand and smiled at her

As the taxi bore him swiftly back towards Bordeaux, his mind was occupied with the girl to the exclusion of

all else. It was not so much that he thought definitely about her, as that she seemed to fill all his

consciousness. He felt numb, and his whole being ached for her as with a dull physical pain. But it was a pain

that was mingled with exultation, for if she had refused him, she had at least admitted that she loved him.

Incredible thought! He smiled ecstatically, then, the sense of loss returning, once more gazed gloomily ahead

into vacancy. As the evening wore on his thoughts turned towards what she had said about the syndicate. Her

forged note theory had come to him as a complete surprise, and he wondered whether she really had hit on

the true solution of the mystery. The conversation she had overheard undoubtedly pointed in that direction.

"Planting stuff" was, he believed, the technical phrase for passing forged notes, and the reference to "tens,"

"twenties," and "fifties," tended in the same direction. Also "forming connections to get rid of it" seemed to

suggest the finding of agents who would take a number of notes at a time, to be passed on by ones and twos,

But there was the obvious difficulty that the theory did not account for the operations as a whole. The

elaborate mechanism of the pitprop industry was not needed to provide a means of carrying forged notes

from France to England. They could be secreted about the person of a traveller crossing by any of the

ordinary routes. Hundreds of notes could be sewn into the lining of an overcoat, thousands carried in the

double bottom of a suitcase. Of course, so frequent a traveller would require a plausible reason for his

journeys, but that would present no difficulty to men like those composing the syndicate. In any case, by

crossing in rotation by the dozen or so wellpatronized routes between England and the Continent, the

continuity of the travelling could be largely hidden. Moreover, thought Merriman, why print the notes in

France at all? Why not produce them in England and so save the need for importation?

On the whole there seemed but slight support for the theory and several strong arguments against it, and he

felt that Madeleine must be mistaken, just as he and Hilliard had been mistaken.

Oh! how sick of the whole business he was! He no longer cared what the syndicate was doing. He never

wanted to hear of it again. He wanted Madeleine, and he wanted nothing else. His thoughts swung back to her

as he had seen her that afternoon; her trim figure, her daintiness, her brown eyes clouded with trouble, her

little shelllike ears escaping from the tendrils of her hair, her tears .... He broke out once more into a cold

Presently he began wondering what his own next step should be, and he soon decided he must see her again,

The next afternoon, therefore, he once more presented himself at the house in the clearing. This time the door

was opened by an elderly servant, who handed him a note and informed him that Mr. and Miss Coburn had

Bitterly disappointed he turned away, and in the solitude of the lane he opened the note. It read:

"Dear Mr. Merriman, I feel it is quite impossible that we should part without a word more than could be

said at our interrupted interview this afternoon, so with deep sorrow I am writing to you to say to you, dear

Mr. Merriman, 'Goodbye.' I have enjoyed our short friendship, and all my life I shall be proud that you

spoke as you did, but, my dear, it is just because I think so much of you that I could not bring your life under

the terrible cloud that hangs over mine. Though it hurts me to say it, I have no option but to ask you to accept

"I am leaving home for some time, and I beg of you not to give both of us more pain by trying to follow me.

Merriman was overwhelmed utterly by the blow. Mechanically he regained the taxi, where he lay limply

back, gripping the note and unconscious of his position, while his bloodless lips repeated over and over again

the phrase, "I'll find her. I'll find her. If it takes me all my life I'll find her and I'll marry her."

Like a man in a state of coma he returned to his hotel in Bordeaux, and there, for the first time in his life, he

For several days Merriman, sick at heart and shaken in body, remained on at Bordeaux, too numbed by the

blow which had fallen on him to take any decisive action. He now understood that Madeleine Coburn had

refused him because she loved him, and he vowed he would rest neither day nor night till he had seen her and

obtained a reversal of her decision. But for the moment his energy had departed, and he spent his time

It was true that on three separate occasions he had called at the manager's house, only to be told that Mr. and

Miss Coburn were still from home, and neither there nor from the foreman at the works could he learn their

addresses or the date of their return. He had also written a couple of scrappy notes to Hilliard, merely saying

he was on a fresh scent, and to make no move in the matter until he heard further. Of the PitProp Syndicate

as apart from Madeleine he was now profoundly wearied, and he wished for nothing more than never again to

But after a week of depression and selfpity his natural good sense reasserted itself, and he began seriously to

consider his position. He honestly believed that Madeleine's happiness could best be brought about by the

fulfilment of his own, in other words by their marriage. He appreciated the motives which had caused her to

refuse him, but he hoped that by his continued persuasion he might be able, as he put it to himself, to talk her

round. Her very flight from him, for such he believed her absence to be, seemed to indicate that she herself

was doubtful of her power to hold out against him, and to this extent he drew comfort from his immediate

He concluded before trying any new plan to call once again at the clearing, in the hope that Mr. Coburn at

least might have returned. The next afternoon, therefore, saw him driving out along the now familiar road. It

was still hot, with the heavy enervating heat of air held stagnant by the trees. The freshness of early summer

had gone, and there was a hint of approaching autumn in the darker greenery of the firs, and the overmaturity

of such shrubs and wild flowers as could find along the edge of the road a precarious roothold on the patches

of ground not covered by pine needles. Merriman gazed unceasingly ahead at the straight white ribbon of the

road, as he pondered the problem of what he should do if once again he should be disappointed in his quest.

Madeleine could not, he thought, remain indefinitely away. Mr. Coburn at all events would have to return to

his work, and it would be a strange thing if he could not obtain from the father some indication of his

But his call at the manager's house was as fruitless on this occasion as on those preceding. The woman from

whom he had received the note opened the door and repeated her former statement. Mr. and Miss Coburn

Merriman turned away disconsolately, and walked slowly back across the clearing and down the lane.

Though he told himself he had expected nothing from the visit, he was nevertheless bitterly disappointed with

its result. And worse than his disappointment was his inability to see his next step, or even to think of any

He trudged on down the lane, his head sunk and his brows knitted, only half conscious of his surroundings.

Looking up listlessly as he rounded a bend, he stopped suddenly as if turned to stone, while his heart first

stood still, then began thumping wildly as if to choke him. A few yards away and coming to meet him was

She caught sight of him at the same instant and stopped with a low cry, while an expression of dread came

over her face. So for an appreciable time they stood looking at one another, then Merriman, regaining the

"Madeleine! Madeleine!" he cried brokenly. "My own one! My beloved!" He almost sobbed as he attempted

He pleaded with her, fiercely, passionately, and at last despairingly. But he could not move her. Always she

"At least tell me this," he begged at last. "Would you marry me if this syndicate did not exist; I mean if Mr.

At first she would not answer, but presently, overcome by his persistence, she burst once again into tears and

admitted that her fear of disgrace arising through discovery of the syndicate's activities was her only reason

"Then," said Merriman resolutely, "I will go back with you now and see Mr. Coburn, and we will talk over

"No, no!" she cried again. "He would be in danger. He would try something that might offend the others, and

his life might not be safe. I tell you I don't trust Captain Beamish and Mr. Bulla. I don't think they would stop

at anything to keep their secret. He is trying to get out of it, and he must not be hurried. He will do what he

"But, my dearest," Merriman remonstrated, "it could do no harm, to talk the matter over with him. That

"If he thought my happiness depended on it," she declared, "he would break with them at all costs. I could not

risk it. You must go away. Oh, my dear, you must go. Go, go!" she entreated almost hysterically, "it will be

Merriman, though beside himself with suffering, felt he could no longer disregard her.

"I shall go," he answered sadly, "since you require it, but I will never give you up. Not until one of us is dead

or you marry someone else I will never give you up. Oh, Madeleine, have pity and give me some hope;

"The lorry!" she cried. "Go! Go!" Then pointing wildly in the direction of the road, she turned and fled

Merriman gazed after her until she passed round a corner of the lane and was lost to sight among the trees.

Then, with a weight of hopeless despair on his heart, he began to walk towards the road. The lorry, driven by

Henri, passed him at the next bend, and Henri, though he saluted with a show of respect, smiled sardonically

But Merriman neither knew nor cared what the driver thought. Almost physically sick with misery and

The next few days seemed to him like a nightmare of hideous reality and permanence. He moved as a man in

a dream, living under a shadow of almost tangible weight, as a criminal must do who has been sentenced to

early execution. The longing to see Madeleine again, to hear the sound of her voice, to feel her presence, was

so intense as to be almost unendurable. Again and again he said to himself that had she cared for another, had

she even told him that she could not care for him, he would have taken his dismissal as irrevocable and gone

to try and drag out the remainder of his life elsewhere as best he could. But he was maddened to think that the

major difficulty the overwhelming, insuperable difficulty of his suit had been overcome. She loved him!

Miraculous and incredible though it might seem though it was it was the amazing truth. And that being

so, it was beyond bearing that a mere truckling to convention should be allowed to step in and snatch away

the ecstasy of happiness that was within his grasp. And worse still, this trucking to convention was to save

him! What, he asked himself, did it matter about him? Even if the worst happened and she suffered shame

through her father, wasn't all he wanted to be allowed to share it with her? And if narrow, stupid fools did

Fits of wild rage alternated with periods of cold and numbing despair, but as day succeeded day the desire to

be near her grew until it could no longer be denied. He dared not again attempt to force himself into her

presence, lest she should be angry and shatter irrevocably the hope to which he still clung with desperation.

But he might without fear of disaster be nearer to her for a time. He hired a bicycle, and after dark had fallen

that evening he rode out to the lane, and leaving his machine on the road, walked to the edge of the clearing.

It was a perfect night, calm and silent, though with a slight touch of chill in the air. A crescent moon shone

soft and silvery, lighting up pallidly the open space, gleaming on the white wood of the freshly cut stumps,

and throwing black shadows from the ghostly looking buildings. It was close on midnight, and Merriman

looked eagerly across the clearing to the manager's house. He was not disappointed. There, in the window

He slowly approached, keeping on the fringe of the clearing and beneath the shadow of the trees. Some

shrubs had taken root on the open ground, and behind a clump of these, not far from the door, he lay down,

filled his pipe, and gave himself up to his dreams. The light still showed in the window, but even as he looked

it went out, leaving the front of the house dark and, as it seemed to him, unfriendly and forbidding. "Perhaps

she'll look out before going to bed," he thought, as he gazed disconsolately at the blank, unsympathetic

He lost count of time as he lay dreaming of the girl whose existence had become more to him than his very

life, and it was not until he suddenly realized that he had become stiff and cramped from the cold that he

looked at his watch. Nearly two! Once more he glanced sorrowfully at the window, realizing that no comfort

was to be obtained therefrom, and decided he might as well make his way back, for all the ease of mind he

He turned slowly to get up, but just as he did so he noticed a slight movement at the side of the house before

him, and he remained motionless, gazing intently forward. Then, spellbound, he watched Mr. Coburn leave

by the side door, walk quickly to the shed, unlock a door, and disappear within.

There was something so secretive in the way the manager looked around before venturing into the open, and

so stealthy about his whole walk and bearing, that Merriman's heart beat more quickly as he wondered if he

was now on the threshold of some revelation of the mystery of that outwardly innocent place. Obeying a

sudden instinct, he rose from his hidingplace in the bushes and crept silently across the sward to the door by

It was locked, and the whole place was dark and silent. Were it not for what he had just seen, Merriman

would have believed it deserted. But it was evident that some secret and perhaps sinister activity was in

progress within, and for the moment he forgot even Madeleine in his anxiety to learn its nature.

He crept silently round the shed, trying each door and peering into each window, but without result. All

remained fast and in darkness, and though he listened with the utmost intentness of which he was capable, he

His round of the building completed, he paused in doubt. Should he retire while there was time, and watch for

Mr. Coburn's reappearance with perhaps some of his accomplices, or should he wait at the door and tackle

him on the matter when he came out? His first preference was for the latter course, but as he thought it over

he felt it would be better to reserve his knowledge, and he turned to make for cover.

But even as he did so he heard the manager say in low harsh tones: "Hands up now, or I fire!" and swinging

round, he found himself gazing into the bore of a small deadlylooking repeating pistol.

Automatically he raised his arms, and for a few moments both men stood motionless, staring perplexedly at

one another. Then Mr. Coburn lowered the pistol and attempted a laugh, a laugh nervous, shaky, and without

"Good heavens, Merriman, but you did give me a start," he cried, making an evident effort to be jocular.

"What in all the world are you doing here at this hour? Sorry for my greeting, but one has to be careful here.

Merriman was not usually very prompt to meet emergencies. He generally realized when it was too late what

he ought to have said or done in any given circumstances. But on this occasion a flash of veritable inspiration

revealed a way by which he might at one and the same time account for his presence, disarm the manager's

suspicions, and perhaps even gain his point with regard to Madeleine. He smiled back at the other.

"Sorry for startling you. Mr. Coburn. I have been looking for you for some days to discuss a very delicate

matter, and I came out late this evening in the hope of attracting your attention after Miss Coburn had retired,

so that our chat could be quite confidential. But in the darkness I fell and hurt my knee, and I spent so much

time in waiting for it to get better that I was ashamed to go to the house. Imagine my delight when, just as I

was turning to leave, I saw you coming down to the shed, and I followed with the object of trying to attract

He hardly expected that Mr. Coburn would have accepted his statement, but whatever the manager believed

"I'm glad your journey was not fruitless," he answered courteously. "As a matter of fact, my neuralgia kept

me from sleeping, and I found I had forgotten my bottle of aspirin down here, where I had brought it for the

same purpose this morning. It seemed worth the trouble of coming for it, and I came."

As he spoke Mr. Coburn took from his pocket and held up for Merriman's inspection a tiny phial half full of

It was now Merriman's turn to be sceptical, but he murmured polite regrets in as convincing a way as he was

able. "Let us go back into my office," the manager continued. "If you want a private chat you can have it

He unlocked the door, and passing in first, lit a reading lamp on his desk. Then relocking the door behind his

visitor and unostentatiously slipping the key into his pocket, he sat down at the desk, waved Merriman to a

The windows, Merriman noticed, were covered by heavy blinds, and it was evident that no one could see into

the room, nor could the light be observed from without. The door behind him was locked, and in Mr.

Coburn's pocket was the key as well as a revolver, while Merriman was unarmed. Moreover, Mr. Coburn was

the larger and heavier, if not the stronger man of the two. It was true his words and manner were those of a

friend, but the cold hatred in his eyes revealed his purpose. Merriman instantly realized he was in very real

personal danger, and it was borne in on him that if he was to get out of that room alive, it was to his own wits

But he was no coward, and he did not forget to limp as he crossed the room, nor did his hand shake as he

stretched it out to take a cigar. When he came within the radius of the lamp he noticed with satisfaction that

his coat was covered with fragments of moss and leaves, and he rather ostentatiously brushed these away,

partly to prove to the other his calmness, and partly to draw attention to them in the hope that they would be

Fearing lest if they began a desultory conversation he might be tricked by his astute opponent into giving

himself away, he left the latter no opportunity to make a remark, but plunged at once into his subject.

"I feel myself, Mr. Coburn," he began, "not a little in your debt for granting me this interview. But the matter

on which I wish to speak to you is so delicate and confidential, that I think you will agree that any

He spoke at first somewhat formally, but as interest in his subject quickened, he gradually became more

"The first thing I have to tell you," he went on, "may not be very pleasant hearing to you, but it is a matter of

almost life and death importance to me. I have come, Mr. Coburn, very deeply and sincerely to love your

Mr. Coburn frowned slightly, but he did not seem surprised, nor did he reply except by a slight bow.

"That in itself need not necessarily be of interest to you, but there is more to tell, and it is in this second point

that the real importance of my statement lies, and on it hinges everything that I have to say to you. Madeleine,

Still Mr. Coburn made no answer, save then by another slight inclination of his head, but his eyes had grown

"Not unnaturally," Merriman resumed, "I begged her to marry me, but she saw fit to decline. In view of the

admission she had just made, I was somewhat surprised that her refusal was so vehement. I pressed her for

the reason, but she utterly declined to give it. Then an idea struck me, and I asked her if it was because she

feared that your connection with this syndicate might lead to unhappiness. At first she would not reply nor

give me any satisfaction, but at last by persistent questioning, and only when she saw I knew a great deal

more about the business than she did herself, she admitted that that was indeed the barrier. Not to put too fine

a point on it it is better, is it not, sir, to be perfectly candid she is living in terror and dread of your arrest,

and she won't marry me for fear that if it were to happen she might bring disgrace on me."

Mr. Coburn had not moved during this speech, except that his face had become paler and the look of cold

menace in his eyes seemed charged with a still more vindictive hatred. Then he answered slowly:

"I can only assume, Mr. Merriman, that your mind has become temporarily unhinged, but even with such an

excuse, you cannot really believe that I am going to wait here and listen to you making such statements."

"Sir," he said earnestly, "I give you my word of honor and earnestly ask you to believe that I am approaching

you as a friend. I am myself an interested party. I have sought this interview for Madeleine's sake. For her

sake, and for her sake only, I have come to ask you to discuss with me the best way out of the difficulty."

"The best way out of the difficulty," he declared, no longer attempting to disguise the hatred he felt, "is for

you to take yourself off and never to show your face here again. I am amazed at you." He took his automatic

pistol out of his pocket. "Don't you know that you are completely in my power? If I chose I could shoot you

like a dog and sink your body in the river, and no one would ever know what had become of you."

Merriman's heart was beating rapidly. He had the uncomfortable suspicion that he had only to turn his back to

"On the contrary, Mr. Coburn," he said quietly, "it is you who are in our power. I'm afraid you don't quite

appreciate the situation. It is true you could shoot me now, but if you did, nothing could save you. It would be

the rope for you and prison for your confederates, and what about your daughter then? I tell you, sir, I'm not

such a fool as you take me for. Knowing what I do, do you think it likely I should put myself in your power

His assurance was not without its effect. The other's face grew paler and he sat heavily down in his chair.

"I'll hear what you have to say," he said harshly, though without letting go his weapon.

"Then let me begin at the beginning. You remember that first evening I was here, when you so kindly

supplied me with petrol? Sir, you were correct when you told Captain Beamish and Mr. Bulla that I had

"I was interested, though the thing conveyed nothing to me. But some time later I mentioned it casually, and

Hilliard, who has a mania for puzzles, overheard. He suggested my joining him on his trip, and calling to see

if we could solve it. You, Mr. Coburn, said another thing to your friends that though I might have noticed

about the lorry, you were certain neither Hilliard nor I had seen anything suspicious at the clearing. There, sir,

you were wrong. Though at that time we could not tell what was going on, we knew it was something

Coburn was impressed at last. He sat motionless, staring at the speaker. As Merriman remained silent, he

"I would ask you please to visualize the situation when we left. Hilliard believed he was on the track of a

criminal organization, carrying on illicit operations on a large scale. He believed that by lodging with the

police the information he had gained, the breakup of the organization and the capture of its members would

be assured, and that he would stand to gain much kudos. But he did not know what the operations were, and

he hesitated to come forward, lest by not waiting and investigating further he should destroy his chance of

handing over to the authorities a complete case. He was therefore exceedingly keen that we should carry on

inquiries at what I may call the English end of the business. Such was Hilliard's attitude. I trust I make myself

"My position was different. I had by that time come to care for Madeleine, and I saw the effect any disclosure

must have on her. I therefore wished things kept secret, and I urged Hilliard to carry out his second idea and

investigate further so as to make his case complete. He made my assistance a condition of agreement, and I

Mr. Coburn was now ghastly, and was listening with breathless earnestness to his visitor. Merriman realized

what he had always suspected, that the man was weak and a bit of a coward, and he began to believe his bluff

"I need not trouble you," he went on, "with all the details of our search. It is enough to say that we found out

what we wanted. We went to Hull, discovered the wharf at Ferriby, made the acquaintance of Benson, and

witnessed what went on there. We know all about Archer and how he plants your stuff, and Morton, who had

us under observation and whom we properly tricked. I don't claim any credit for it; all that belongs to

Hilliard. And I admit we did not learn certain small details of your scheme. But the main points are clear

"Then arose the problem that had bothered us before. Hilliard was wild to go to the authorities with his story;

on Madeleine's account I still wanted it kept quiet. I needn't recount our argument. Suffice it to say that at last

we compromised. Hilliard agreed to wait for a month. For the sake of our friendship and the help I had given

him, he undertook to give me a month to settle something about Madeleine. Mr. Coburn, nearly half that

The manager wiped the drops of sweat from his pallid brow. Merriman's quiet, confident manner, with its

apparent absence of bluff or threat, had had its effect on him. He was evidently thoroughly frightened, and

seemed to think it no longer worth while to plead ignorance. As Merriman had hoped and intended, he

"Then no one but you two know so far?" he asked, a shifty, sly look passing over his face.

"Yes and no," he answered. "No one but we two know at present. On the other hand, we have naturally taken

all reasonable precautions. Hilliard prepared a full statement of the matter which we both signed, and this he

sent to his banker with a request that unless he claimed it in person before the given date, the banker was to

convey it to Scotland Yard. If anything happens to me here, Hilliard will go at once to the Yard, and if

anything happens to him our document will be sent there. And in it we have suggested that if either of us

It was enough. Mr. Coburn sat, broken and completely cowed. To Merriman he seemed suddenly to have

become an old man. For several minutes silence reigned, and then at last the other spoke.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, in a tremulous voice, hardly louder than a whisper.

"To consider your daughter, Mr. Coburn," he answered promptly. "All I want is to marry Madeleine, and for

"Good lord!" he cried hoarsely. "Ever since it started I have been trying to get out of it. I was forced into it

against my will and I would give my soul if I could do as you say and get free. But I can't I can't."

"But your daughter, Mr. Coburn," Merriman persisted. "For her sake something must be done."

"Damnation take you!" he cried, with a sudden access of rage, "do you think I care about myself? Do you

think I'd sit here and listen to you talking as you've done if it wasn't for her? I tell you I'd shoot you as you sit,

if I didn't know from my own observation that she is fond of you. I swear it's the only thing that has saved

you." He rose to his feet and began pacing jerkily to and fro. "See here," he continued wildly, "go away from

here before I do it. I can't stand any more of you at present. Go now and come back on Friday night at the

same time, and I'll tell you of my decision. Here's the key," he threw it down on the desk. "Get out quick

Merriman was for a moment inclined to stand his ground, but, realizing that not only had he carried his point

as far as he could have expected, but also that his companion was in so excited a condition as hardly to be

accountable for his actions, he decided discretion was the better part, and merely saying: "Very well, Friday

On the whole he was well pleased with his interview. In the first place, he had by his readiness escaped an

imminent personal danger. What was almost as important, he had broken the ice with Mr. Coburn about

Madeleine, and the former had not only declared that he was aware of the state of his daughter's feelings, but

he had expressed no objection to the proposed match. Further, an understanding as to Mr. Coburn's own

position had been come to. He had practically admitted that the syndicate was a felonious conspiracy, and had

stated that he would do almost anything to get out of it. Finally he had promised a decision on the whole

On the other hand he had given the manager a warning of the danger which the latter might communicate to

his fellowconspirators, with the result that all of them might escape from the net in which Hilliard, at any

rate, wished to enmesh them. And just to this extent he had become a copartner in their crime. And though it

was true that he had escaped from his immediate peril, he had undoubtedly placed himself and Hilliard in

very real danger. It was by no means impossible that the gang would decide to murder both of the men whose

knowledge threatened them, in the hope of bluffing the bank manager out of the letter which they would

believe he held. Merriman had invented this letter on the spur of the moment and he would have felt a good

deal happier if he knew that it really existed. He decided that he would write to Hilliard immediately and get

A great deal, he thought, depended on the character of Coburn. If he was weak and cowardly he would try to

save his own skin and let the others walk into the net particularly might he do this if he had suffered at their

hands in the way he suggested. On the other hand, a strong man would undoubtedly consult his

fellowconspirators and see that a pretty determined fight was made for their liberty and their source of gain.

He had thought of all this when it suddenly flashed into his mind that Mr. Coburn's presence in the shed at

two in the morning in itself required a lot of explanation. He did not for a moment believe the aspirin story.

The man had looked so shifty while he was speaking, that even at the time Merriman had decided he was

He puzzled over the questions but without result. Then it occurred to him that as he was doing nothing that

evening he might as well ride out again to the clearing and see if any nocturnal activities were undertaken.

Midnight therefore found him once more ensconced behind a group of shrubs in full view of both the house

and the shed. It was again a perfect night, and again he lay dreaming of the girl who was so near in body and

Time passed slowly, but the hours wore gradually round until his watch showed two o'clock. Then, just as he

was thinking that he need hardly wait much longer, he was considerably thrilled to see Mr. Coburn once more

appear at the side door of the house, and in the same stealthy, secretive way as on the previous night, walk

At first Merriman thought of following him again in the hope of learning the nature of these strange

proceedings, but a moment's thought showed him he must run no risk of discovery. If Coburn learned that he

was being spied on he would at once doubt Merriman's statement that he knew the syndicate's secret. It would

But the only other INTERESTING event that happened was that some fifteen minutes later the manager left

the shed, and with the same show of secrecy returned to his house, disappearing into the side door.

So intrigued was Merriman by the whole business that he determined to repeat his visit the following night

also. He did so, and once again witnessed Mr. Coburn's stealthy walk to the shed at two a.m., and his equally

Rack his brains as he would over the problem of these nocturnal visits, Merriman could think of no

explanation. What for three consecutive nights could bring the manager down to the sawmill? He could not

If the Girondin had been in he would have once more suspected smuggling, but she was then at Ferriby. No,

it certainly did not work in with smuggling. Still less did it suggest false note printing, unless Merriman's

heart beat more quickly as a new idea entered his mind. Suppose the notes were printed there, at the mill!

Suppose there was a cellar under the engine house, and suppose the work was done at night? It was true they

had not seen signs of a cellar, but if this surmise was correct it was not likely they would.

At first sight this theory seemed a real advance, but a little further thought showed it had serious objections.

Firstly, it did not explain Coburn's nightly visits. If the manager had spent some hours in the works it might

have indicated the working of a press, but what in that way could be done in fifteen minutes? Further, and

this seemed to put the idea quite out of court, if the notes were being produced at the clearing, why the

changing of the lorry numbers? That would then be a part of the business quite unconnected with the illicit

traffic. After much thought, Merriman had to admit to himself that here was one more of the series of

The next night was Friday, and in accordance with the arrangement made with Mr. Coburn, Merriman once

again went out to the clearing, presenting himself at the works door at two in the morning. Mr. Coburn at

once opened to his knock, and after locking the door, led the way to his office. There he wasted no time in

"I've thought this over, Merriman," he said, and his manner was very different from that of the previous

interview, "and I'm bound to say that I've realized that, though interested, your action towards me has been

correct not to say generous. Now I've made up my mind what to do, and I trust you will see your way to fall

in with my ideas. There is a meeting of the syndicate on Thursday week. I should have been present in any

case, and I have decided that, whatever may be the result, I will tell them I am going to break with them. I

will give illhealth as my reason for this step, and fortunately or unfortunately I can do this with truth, as my

heart is seriously diseased. I can easily provide the necessary doctor's certificates. If they accept my

resignation, well and good I will emigrate to my brother in South America, and you and Madeleine can be

married. If they decline, well" Mr. Coburn shrugged his shoulders "your embarrassment will be otherwise

He paused. Merriman would have spoken, but Mr. Coburn held up his hand for silence and went on:

"I confess I have been terribly upset for the last three days to discover my wisest course, and even now I am

far from certain that my decision is best. I do not want to go back on my former friends, and on account of

Madeleine I cannot go back on you. Therefore, I cannot warn the others of their danger, but on the other hand

I won't give your life into their hands. For if they knew what I know now, you and Hilliard would be dead

Mr. Coburn spoke simply and with a certain dignity, and Merriman found himself disposed not only to

believe what he had heard, but even to understand and sympathize with the man in the embarrassing

circumstances in which he found himself. That his difficulties were of his own making there could be but

little doubt, but how far he had put himself in the power of his associates through deliberate evildoing, and

At the end of an hour's discussion, Mr. Coburn had agreed at all costs to sever his connection with the

syndicate, to emigrate to his brother in Chile, and to do his utmost to induce his daughter to remain in

England to marry Merriman. On his side, Merriman undertook to hold back the lodging of information at

Scotland Yard for one more week, to enable the other's arrangements to be carried out.

There being nothing to keep him in Bordeaux, Merriman left for London that day, and the next evening he

was closeted with Hilliard in the latter's rooms, discussing the affair. Hilliard at first was most unwilling to

postpone their visit to the Yard but he agreed on Merriman's explaining that he had pledged himself to the

So the days, for Merriman heavily weighted with anxiety and suspense, began slowly to drag by. His fate and

the fate of the girl he loved hung in the balance, and not the least irksome feature of his position was his own

utter impotence. There was nothing that he could do no action which would take him out of himself and

ease the tension of his thoughts. As day succeeded day and the silence remained unbroken, he became more

and more upset. At the end of a week he was almost beside himself with worry and chagrin, so much so that

he gave up attending his office altogether, and was only restrained from rushing back to Bordeaux by the

knowledge that to force himself once more on Madeleine might be to destroy, once and for ever, any hopes

It was now four days since the Thursday on which Mr. Coburn had stated that the meeting of the syndicate

was to have been held, and only three days to the date on which the friends had agreed to tell their story at

Scotland Yard. What if he received no news during those three days? Would Hilliard agree to a further

postponement? He feared not, and he was racked with anxiety as to whether he should cross that day to

But, even as he sat with the morning paper in his hand, news was nearer than he imagined. Listlessly he

turned over the sheets, glancing with but scant attention to the headlines, automatically running his eyes over

the paragraphs. And when he came to one headed "Mystery of a Taxicab," he absentmindedly began to

But he had not gone very far when his manner changed. Starting to his feet, he stared at the column with

horrorstricken eyes, while his face grew pallid and his pipe dropped to the floor from his open mouth. With

the newspaper still tightly grasped in his hand, he ran three steps at a time down the stairs of his flat, and

Almost exactly fifteen hours before Merriman's call at Scotland Yard, to wit, about eight o'clock on the

previous evening, Inspector Willis of the Criminal Investigation Department was smoking in the sittingroom

of his tiny house in Brixton. George Willis was a tall, somewhat burly man of fiveandforty, with heavy,

cleanshaven, expressionless features which would have made his face almost stupid, had it not been

redeemed by a pair of the keenest of blue eyes. He was what is commonly known as a safe man, not exactly

brilliant, but plodding and tenacious to an extraordinary degree. His forte was slight clues, and he possessed

that infinite capacity for taking pains which made his following up of them approximate to genius. In short,

though a trifle slow, he was already looked on as one of the most efficient and reliable inspectors of the Yard.

He had had a heavy day, and it was with a sigh of relief that he picked up the evening paper and stretched

himself luxuriously in his easychair. But he was not destined to enjoy a long rest. Hardly had he settled

himself to his satisfaction when the telephone bell rang. He was wanted back at the Yard immediately.

He swore under his breath, then, calling the news to his wife, he slipped on his waterproof and left the house.

The long spell of fine weather had at last broken, and the evening was unpleasant, indeed unusually inclement

for midSeptember. All day the wind had been gusty and boisterous, and now a fine drizzle of rain had set in,

which was driven in sheets against the grimy buildings and whirled in eddies round the street corners. Willis

walked quickly along the shining pavements, and in a few minutes reached his destination. His chief was

"Ah, Willis," the great man greeted him, "I'm glad you weren't out. A case has been reported which I want

you to take over; a suspected murder; man found dead in a taxi at King's Cross."

"None, except that the man is dead and that they're holding the taxi at the station. I have asked Dr. Horton to

His preparations were simple. He had only to arrange for a couple of plain clothes men and a photographer

with a flashlight apparatus to accompany him, and to bring from his room a handbag containing his notebook

and a few other necessary articles. He met the police doctor in the corridor and, the others being already in

waiting, the five men immediately left the great building and took a car to the station.

"What's the case, inspector, do you know?" Dr. Horton inquired as they slipped deftly through the traffic.

"The Chief said suspected murder; man found dead in a taxi at King's Cross. He had no details."

After a few brief observations on the inclemency of the weather, conversation waned between the two men,

and they followed the example of their companions, and sat watching with a depressed air the rainswept

streets and the hurrying foot passengers on the wet pavements. All five were annoyed at being called out, as

all were tired and had been looking forward to an evening of relaxation at their homes.

They made a quick run, reaching the station in a very few minutes. There a constable identified the inspector.

"They've taken the taxi round to the carrier's yard at the west side of the station, sir," he said to Willis. "If

The officer led them to an enclosed and partially roofed area at the back of the parcels office, where the vans

from the shops unloaded their traffic. In a corner under the roof and surrounded by a little knot of men stood

a taxicab. As Willis and his companions approached, a sergeant of police separated himself from the others

"We have touched nothing, sir," he announced. "When we found the man was dead we didn't even move the

"Not much, I'm afraid, sir. He got clear away in Tottenham Court Road, as far as I can understand it. But

"Here's Dr. Newman," the sergeant continued, indicating an exceedingly dapper and wellgroomed little man

with medico written all over him. "He was the nearest medical man we could get."

"An unpleasant evening to be called out, doctor," he remarked. "The man's dead, I understand? Was he dead

"Seeing that I could do nothing, I did not move the body until you Scotland Yard gentlemen had seen it, and

therefore I cannot say professionally. But there is a small hole in the side of the coat over the heart." The

Inspector Willis picked up an acetylene bicycle lamp which one of the men had procured and directed its

The corpse lay in the back corner seat on the driver's side, the head lolling back sideways against the cushions

and crushing into a shapeless mass the gray Homburg hat. The mouth and eyes were open and the features

twisted as if from sudden pain. The face was long and oval, the hair and eyes dark, and there was a tiny black

mustache with waxed ends. A khaki colored waterproof, open in front, revealed a gray tweed suit, across the

waistcoat of which shone a gold watch chain. Tan shoes covered the feet. On the left side of the body just

over the heart was a little round hole in the waterproof coat Willis stooped and smelled the cloth.

"No blackening and no smell of burned powder," he thought. "He must have been shot from outside the cab."

But he found it hard to understand how such a shot could have been fired from the populous streets of

London. The hole also seemed too far round towards the back of the body to suggest that the bullet had come

in through the open window. The point was puzzling, but Willis pulled himself up sharply with the reminder

Having gazed at the gruesome sight until he had impressed its every detail on his memory, he turned to his

assistant. "Get ahead with your flashlight, Kirby," he ordered. "Take views from all the angles you can. The

constable will give you a hand. Meantime, sergeant, give me an idea of the case. What does the driver say?"

"He's here, sir," the officer returned, pointing to a small, slight individual in a leather coat and cap, with a

sallow, frightened face and pathetic, doglike eyes which fixed themselves questioningly on Willis's face as

"It was this way, sir," he began. He spoke earnestly, and to Willis, who was accustomed to sizing up rapidly

those with whom he dealt, he seemed a sincere and honest man. "I was driving down Piccadilly from Hyde

Park Corner looking out for a fare, and when I gets just by the end of Bond Street two men hails me. One was

this here man what's dead, the other was a big, tall gent. I pulls in to the curb, and they gets in, and the tall

gent he says 'King's Cross.' I starts off by Piccadilly Circus and Shaftesbury Avenue, but when I gets into

Tottenham Court Road about the corner of Great Russell Street, one of them says through the tube, 'Let me

down here at the corner of Great Russell Street,' he sez. I pulls over to the curb, and the tall gent he gets out

and stands on the curb and speaks in to the other one. Then I shall follow by the three o'clock tomorrow,' he

sez, and he shuts the door and gives me a bob and sez, 'That's for yourself,' he sez, 'and my friend will square

up at the station,' he sez. I came on here, and when this here man opens the door," he indicated a porter

The statement was made directly and convincingly, and Willis frowned as he thought that such apparently

simple cases proved frequently to be the most baffling in the end. In his slow, careful way he went over in his

"No, sir. They were standing on the curb, and the tall one he holds up his hand for me to pull over."

"I don't know as I should, sir. You see, it was raining, and he had his collar up round his neck and his hat

"He was a tall man, longer than what you are, and broad too. A big man, I should call him."

"He had a waterproof, khaki color about the color of your own with the collar up round his neck."

"His hat was a soft felt, dark, either brown or green, I couldn't rightly say, with the brim turned down in

"And his face? Man alive, you must have seen his face when he gave you the shilling."

"I couldn't be sure about his face, not with the way he had his collar up and his hat pulled down. It was

"I heard it, sir, right enough, but I didn't think it was a shot at the time, and I didn't think it was in my cab. It

was just when we were passing the Apollo Theater, and there was a big block of cars setting people down,

and I thought it was a burst tire. 'There's somebody's tire gone to glory,' I sez to myself, but I give it no more

thought, for it takes you to be awake to drive up Shaftesbury Avenue when the theaters are starting."

"It was the only sound like a shot, sir, and if the man has been shot, it would have been then."

Willis nodded shortly. There was something puzzling here. If the shot had been fired by the other occupant of

the cab, as the man's evidence seemed to indicate, there would certainly have been powder blackening on the

coat. If not, and if the bullet had entered from without, the other passenger would surely have stopped the car

and called a policeman. Presently he saw that some corroborative evidence might exist. If the bullet came

from without the lefthand window must have been down, as there was no hole in the glass. In this case the

wind, which was blowing from the northwest, would infallibly have driven in the rain, and drops would still

He paused to ask the driver one more question, whether he could identify the voice which told him through

the speaking tube to stop with that of the man who had given him the shilling. The man answering

"You have heard this driver's statement, Jones," he said. "You might get away at once and see the men who

were on point duty both at the corner of Great Russell Street where the tall man got out, and in Piccadilly,

where both got in. Try the hotels thereabouts, the Albemarle and any others you can think of. If you can get

any information follow it up and keep me advised at the Yard of your movements."

The man hurried away and Willis moved over once more to the taxi. The assistant had by this time finished

his flashlight photographs, and the inspector, picking up the bicycle lamp, looked again into the interior. A

moment's examination showed him there were no raindrops on the cushions, but his search nevertheless was

not unproductive. Looking more carefully this time than previously, he noticed on the floor of the cab a dark

object almost hidden beneath the seat. He drew it out. It was a piece of thick black cloth about a yard square.

Considerably mystified, he held it up by two corners, and then his puzzle became solved. In the cloth were

two small holes, and round one of them the fabric was charred and bore the characteristic smell of burned

powder. It was clear what had been done. With the object doubtless of hiding the flash as well as of muffling

the report, the murderer had covered his weapon with a double thickness of heavy cloth. No doubt it had

admirably achieved its purpose, and Willis seized it eagerly in the hope that it might furnish him with a clue

He folded it and set it aside for further examination, turning back to the body. Under his direction it was lifted

out, placed on an ambulance stretcher provided by the railwaymen, and taken to a disused office close by.

There the clothes were removed and, while the doctors busied themselves with the remains, Willis went

The clothes themselves revealed but little information. The waterproof and shoes, it is true, bore the makers'

labels, but both these articles were the readymade products of large firms, and inquiry at their premises

would be unlikely to lead to any result. None of the garments bore any name or identifiable mark.

Willis then occupied himself the contents of the pockets. Besides the gold watch and chain, bunch of keys,

knife, cigarette case, loose coins and other small objects which a man such as the deceased might reasonably

be expected to carry, there were two to which the inspector turned with some hope of help.

The first was a folded sheet of paper which proved to be a receipted hotel bill. It showed that a Mr. Coburn

and another had stayed in the Peveril Hotel in Russell Square during the previous four days. When Willis saw

it he gave a grunt of satisfaction. It would doubtless offer a ready means to learn the identity of the deceased,

as well possibly as of the other, in whom Willis was already even more interested. Moreover, so good a clue

"Take this bill to the Peveril, Matthews," he ordered. "Find out if the dead man is this Coburn, and if possible

get on the track of his companion. If I don't get anything better here I shall follow you round, but keep the

Before the man left Willis examined the second object. It was a pocketbook, but it proved rather

disappointing. It contained two five pound Bank of England notes, nine one pound and three ten shilling

Treasury notes, the return half of a thirdclass railway ticket from Hull to King's Cross, a Great Northern

cloakroom ticket, a few visiting cards inscribed "Mr. Francis Coburn," and lastly, the photograph by Cramer

Willis mentally noted the three possible clues these articles seemed to suggest; inquiries in Hull, the

discovery of the girl through Messrs. Cramer, and third and most important, luggage or a parcel in some

Great Northern cloakroom, which on recovery might afford him help. The presence of the money also

seemed important, as this showed that the motive for the murder had not been robbery.

Having made a parcel of the clothes for transport to the Yard, reduced to writing the statements of the driver

and of the porter who had made the discovery, and arranged with the doctors as to the disposal of the body,

Willis closed and locked the taxi, and sent it in charge of a constable to Scotland Yard. Then with the

cloakroom ticket he went round to see if he could find the office which had issued it.

The rooms were all shut for the night, but an official from the stationmaster's office went round with him, and

after a brief search they found the article for which the ticket was a voucher. It was a small suitcase, locked,

and Willis brought it away with him, intending to open it at his leisure. His work at the station being by this

time complete, he returned to the Yard, carrying the suitcase. There, though it was growing late, he forced the

lock, and sat down to examine the contents. But from them he received no help. The bag contained just the

articles which a man in middleclass circumstances would naturally carry on a week or a fortnight's trip a

suit of clothes, clean linen, toilet appliances, and such like. Nowhere could Willis find anything of interest.

Telephone messages, meanwhile, had come in from the two plain clothes men. Jones reported that he had

interviewed all the constables who had been on point duty at the places in question, but without result. Nor

The call from the Peveril conveyed slightly more information. The manageress, so Matthews said, had been

most courteous and had sent for several members of her staff in the hope that some of them might be able to

answer his questions. But the sum total of the knowledge he had gained was not great. In the first place, it

was evident that the deceased was Mr. Coburn himself. It appeared that he was accompanied by a Miss

Coburn, whom the manageress believed to be his daughter. He had been heard addressing her as Madeleine.

The two had arrived in time for dinner five days previously, registering "F. Coburn and Miss Coburn," and

had left about eleven on the morning of the murder. On each of the four days of their stay they had been out a

good deal, but they had left and returned at different hours, and, therefore, appeared not to have spent their

time together. They seemed, however, on very affectionate terms. No address had been left to which letters

might be forwarded, and it was not known where the two visitors had intended to go when they left. Neither

Inspector Willis was considerably disappointed by the news. He had hoped that Mr. Coburn's fellowguest

would have been the murderer, and that he would have left some trace from which his identity could have

been ascertained. However, the daughter's information would no doubt be valuable, and his next care must be

She might of course save him the trouble by herself coming forward. She would be almost certain to see an

account of the murder in the papers, and even if not, her father's disappearance would inevitably lead her to

But Willis could not depend on this. She might, for example, have left the previous day on a voyage, and a

considerable time might elapse before she learned of the tragedy. No; he would have to trace her as if she

He looked at his watch and was surprised to learn that it was after one o'clock. Nothing more could be done

Next morning he was back at the Yard by eight o'clock. His first care was to reexamine the taxi by daylight

for some mark or article left by its recent occupants. He was extraordinarily thorough and painstaking,

scrutinizing every inch of the floor and cushions, and trying the door handles and window straps for finger

marks, but without success. He went over once again the clothes the dead man was wearing as well as those

in the suitcase, took prints from the dead man's fingers, and began to get things in order for the inquest. Next,

he saw Dr. Horton, and learned that Mr. Coburn had been killed by a bullet from an exceedingly small

automatic pistol, one evidently selected to make the minimum of noise and flash, and from which a long

When the details were complete he thought it would not be too early to call at the Peveril and begin the

search for Miss Coburn. He therefore sent for a taxi, and a few minutes later was seated in the office of the

manageress. She repeated what Matthews had already told him, and he personally interviewed the various

servants with whom the Coburns had come in contact. He also searched the rooms they had occupied,

examined with a mirror the blotting paper on a table at which the young lady had been seen to write, and

But he learned nothing. The girl had vanished completely, and he could see no way in which he might be able

He sat down in the lounge and gave himself up to thought. And then suddenly an idea flashed into his mind.

The consideration which had thus suddenly occurred to Inspector Willis was the extraordinary importance of

the fact that the tall traveller had spoken through the tube to the driver. He marveled how he could have

overlooked its significance. To speak through a taxi tube one must hold up the mouthpiece, and that

mouthpiece is usually made of vulcanite or some similar substance. What better surface, Willis thought

delightedly but anxiously, could be found for recording fingerprints? If only the tall man had made the

blunder of omitting to wear gloves, he would have left evidence which might hang him! And he, Willis, like

the cursed imbecile that he was, had missed the point! Goodness only knew if he was not already too late. If

He ran to the telephone. A call to the Yard advised him that the taxi driver, on being informed he was no

longer required, had left with his vehicle. He rapidly rang up the man's employers, asking them to stop the

cab directly they came in touch with it, then hurrying out of the hotel, he hailed a taxi and drove to the rank

His luck was in. There were seven vehicles on the stand, and his man, having but recently arrived, had only

worked up to the middle of the queue. The sweat was standing in large drops on Inspector Willis's brow as he

eagerly asked had the tube been touched since leaving Scotland Yard, and his relief when he found he was

still in time was overwhelming. Rather unsteadily he entered the vehicle and ordered the driver to return to

On arrival he was not long in making his test. Sending for his fingerprint apparatus, he carefully powdered

the vulcanite mouthpiece, and he could scarcely suppress a cry of satisfaction when he saw shaping

themselves before his eyes three of the clearest prints he had ever had the good fortune to come across. On

one side of the mouthpiece was the mark of a right thumb, and on the other those of a first and second finger.

"Lord!" he muttered to himself, "that was a near thing. If I had missed it, I could have left the Yard for good

His delight was unbounded. Here was as perfect and definite evidence as he could have wished for. If he

could find the man whose fingers fitted the marks, that would be the end of his case.

He left the courtyard intending to return to the Peveril and resume the tracing of Miss Coburn, but before he

reached the door of the great building he was stopped. A gentleman had called to see him on urgent business

It was Merriman Merriman almost incoherent with excitement and distress. He still carried the newspaper

in his hand, which had so much upset him. Willis pulled forward a chair, invited the other to be seated, and

"A tragedy which recalls the wellknown detective novel The Mystery of the Hansom Cab occurred last

evening in one of the most populous thoroughfares in London. It appears that about eight o'clock two men

engaged a taxi in Piccadilly to take them to King's Cross. Near the Oxford Street end of Tottenham Court

Road the driver was ordered to stop. One of the men alighted, bade goodnight to his companion, and told

the driver to proceed to King's Cross, where his friend would settle up. On reaching the station there was no

sign of the friend, and a search revealed him lying dead in the taxi with a bullet wound in his heart. From

papers found on the body the deceased is believed to be a Mr. Francis Coburn, but his residence has not yet

"I knew him, I think," Merriman stammered. "At least I know someone of the name. I "

Willis glanced keenly at the newcomer. Here was a man who must, judging by his agitation, have been pretty

closely connected with Francis Coburn. Suspicious of everyone, the detective recognized that there might be

"I am glad you called, sir," he said pleasantly. "We shall be very pleased to get any information you can give

"Rather tall," he answered anxiously, "with a long pale face, and small, black, pointed mustache."

"I'm afraid, sir, that's the man. I think if you don't mind you had better see if you can identify him."

They drove quickly across town. A glance was sufficient to tell Merriman that the body was indeed that of his

"You're right!" he cried. "It is he! And it's my fault. Oh, if I had only done what she said! If I had only kept

Willis was much interested. Though this man could not be personally guilty he was not tall enough, for one

thing he must surely know enough about the affair to put the inspector on the right track. The latter began

Merriman for his part was anxious for nothing so much as to tell it. He was sick to death of plots and

investigations and machinations, and while driving to the Yard he had made up his mind that if the dead man

were indeed Madeleine's father, he would tell the whole story of his and Hilliard's investigations into the

doings of the syndicate. When, therefore, they were back in the inspector's room, he made a determined effort

"Yes," he said, "I know him. He lived near Bordeaux with his daughter. She will be absolutely alone. You

will understand that I must go out to her by the first train, but until then I am at your service.

"No, only an acquaintance, but I'm going to tell you the whole story, and I may as well say, once for all,

"Then," Willis went on, "you will be pleased to learn that she is not in France at least, I think not. She left

"We don't know yet, but we shall soon find her. Now, sir, you can't do anything for the moment, and I am

anxious to hear your story. Take your own time, and the more details you can give me the better."

"Well," he said slowly, sitting down again, "I have something to tell you, inspector. My friend Hilliard

Claud Hilliard of the Customs Department and I have made a discovery. We have accidentally come on

what we believe is a criminal conspiracy, we don't know for what purpose, except that it is something big and

fraudulent. We were coming to the Yard in any case to tell what we had learned, but this murder has

precipitated things. We can no longer delay giving our information. The only thing is that I should have liked

Hilliard to be here to tell it instead of me, for our discovery is really due to him."

Merriman thereupon related his and Hilliard's adventures and experiences from his own first accidental visit

to the clearing when he noticed the changing of the lorry number, right up to his last meeting with Mr.

Coburn, when the latter expressed his intention of breaking away from the gang. He hid nothing, explaining

without hesitation his reasons for urging the delay in informing the authorities, even though he quite realized

Willis was much more impressed by the story than he would have admitted. Though it sounded wild and

unlikely, then was a ring of truth in Merriman's manner which went far to convince the other of its accuracy.

He did not believe, either that anyone could have invented such a story. It's very improbability was an

And if it were true, what a vista it opened up to himself! The solution of the murder problem would be

gratifying enough but it was a mere nothing compared to the other. If he could search out and bring to naught

such a conspiracy as Merriman's story indicated, he would be a made man. It would be the crowning point of

his career, and would bring him measurably nearer to that cottage and garden in the country to which for

years past he had been looking forward. Therefore no care and trouble would be too great to spend on the

Putting away thoughts of self, therefore, and deliberately concentrating on the matter in hand, he set himself

to consider in detail what his visitor had told him and get the story clear in his mind. Then slowly and

"I take it, Mr. Merriman, that your idea is that Mr. Coburn was murdered by a member of the syndicate?"

"Yes, and I think he foresaw his fate. I think when he told them he was going to break with them they feared

"Captain Beamish is tall and strongly built, but I should not say he was stout."

"He stooped and was a little roundshouldered, but even then he was tall. If he had held himself up he would

have been a big man. He had a heavy face with a big jaw, thin lips, and a vindictive expression."

Willis, though not given to jumping to conclusions, felt suddenly thrilled, and he made up his mind that an

early development in the case would be the taking of the impressions of Captain Beamish's right thumb and

He asked several more questions and, going over the story again, took copious notes. Then for some time he

At first sight he was inclined to agree with Merriman, that the deceased had met his death at the hands of a

member of the syndicate, and if so, it was not unlikely that all or most of the members were party to it. From

the mere possibility of this it followed that the most urgent thing for the moment was to prevent the syndicate

"I suppose you realize, Mr. Merriman, that if all these details you have given me are correct, you yourself are

"I know it, but I am not afraid. It is the possible danger to Miss Coburn that has upset me so much."

"I understand, sir," the inspector returned sympathetically, "but it follows that for both your sakes you must

act very cautiously, so as to disarm any suspicions these people may have of you."

"Good. Then let us consider your course of action. Now, first of all about the inquest. It will be held this

evening at five o'clock. You will have to give evidence, and we shall have to settle very carefully what that

"You must identify the deceased, and, if asked, you must tell the story of your two visits to the clearing. You

must speak without the slightest hesitation. But you must of course make no mention of the changing of the

lorry numbers or of your suspicions, nor will you mention your visit to Hull. You will explain that you went

back to the clearing on the second occasion because it was so little out of your way and because you were

anxious to meet the Coburns again, while your friend wanted to see the forests of Les Landes."

"Then both you and your friend must avoid Scotland Yard. It is quite natural that you should rush off here as

you did, but it would not be natural for you to return. And there is no reason why Mr. Hilliard should come at

all. If I want to see either of you I shall ring up and arrange a place of meeting. And just two other things. The

first is that I need hardly warn you to be as circumspect in your conversation as in your evidence. Keep in

mind that each stranger that you may meet may be Morton or some other member of the gang. The second is

that I should like to keep in touch with you for the remainder of the day in case any question might crop up

"Good," Willis answered, rising to his feet. "Then let me say again how pleased I am to have met you and

When Merriman had taken his leave the inspector sat on at his desk, lost in thought. This case bade fair to be

the biggest he had ever handled, and he was anxious to lay his plans so as to employ his time to the best

advantage. Two clearly defined lines of inquiry had already opened out, and he was not clear which to follow.

In the first place, there was the obvious routine investigation suggested directly by the murder. That

comprised the finding of Miss Coburn, the learning of Mr. Coburn's life history, the tracing of his movements

during the last four or five days, the finding of the purchaser of the black cloth, and the following up of clues

discovered during these inquiries. The second line was that connected with the activities of the syndicate, and

Willis was inclined to believe that a complete understanding of these would automatically solve the problem

of the murder. He was wondering whether he should not start an assistant on the routine business of the

tragedy, while himself concentrating on the pitprop business, when his cogitations were brought to an end

"Miss Madeleine Coburn," thought Willis, as he gave orders for her to be shown to his room, and when she

Madeleine's face was dead white and there was a strained look of horror in her eyes, but she was perfectly

"Miss Coburn?" Willis said, as he rose and bowed. "I am afraid I can guess why you have called. You saw

Willis told her as gently as he could. She sat quite still for a few moments, while he busied himself with some

papers, then she asked to see the body. When they had returned to Willis's room he invited her to sit down

"I very deeply regret, Miss Coburn," he said, "to have to trouble you at this time with questions, but I fear

you will have to give evidence at the inquest this afternoon, and it will be easier for yourself to make a

statement now, so that only what is absolutely necessary need be asked you then."

He thanked her, and began by inquiring about her father's history. Mr. Coburn, it appeared, had had a public

school and college training, but, his father dying when he was just twenty, and leaving the family in

somewhat poor circumstances, he had gone into business as a clerk in the Hopwood Manufacturing

Company, a large engineering works in the Midlands. In this, he had risen until he held the important position

of cashier, and he and his wife and daughter had lived in happiness and comfort during the latter's girlhood.

But some six years previous to the tragedy which had just taken place a change had come over the household.

In the first place, Mrs. Coburn had developed a painful illness and had dragged out a miserable existence for

the three years before her death. At the same time, whether from the expense of the illness or from other

causes Miss Coburn did not know, financial embarrassment seemed to descend on her father. One by one

their small luxuries were cut off, then their house had to be given up, and they had moved to rooms in a rather

poor locality of the town. Their crowning misfortune followed rapidly. Mr. Coburn gave up his position at the

works, and for a time actual want stared them in the face. Then this PitProp Syndicate had been formed, and

Mr. Coburn had gone into it as the manager of the loading station. Miss Coburn did not know the reason of

his leaving the engineering works, but she suspected there had been friction, as his disposition for a time had

changed, and he had lost his bright manner and vivacity. He had, however, to a large extent recovered while

in France. She was not aware, either, of the terms on which he had entered the syndicate, but she imagined he

These facts, which Willis obtained by astute questioning, seemed to him not a little suggestive. From what

Mr. Coburn had himself told Merriman, it looked as if there had been some secret in his life which had placed

him in the power of the syndicate, and the inspector wondered whether this might not be connected with his

leaving the engineering works. At all events inquiries there seemed to suggest a new line of attack, should

Willis then turned to the events of the past few days. It appeared that about a fortnight earlier, Mr. Coburn

announced that he was crossing to London for the annual meeting of the syndicate, and, as he did not wish his

daughter to be alone at the clearing, it was arranged that she should accompany him. They travelled by the

Girondin to Hull, and coming on to London, put up at the Peveril. Mr. Coburn had been occupied off and on

during the four days they had remained there, but the evenings they had spent together in amusements. On the

night of the murder, Mr. Coburn was to have left for Hull to return to France by the Girondin, his daughter

going by an earlier train to Eastbourne, where she was to have spent ten days with an aunt. Except for what

Mr. Coburn had said about the meeting of the syndicate, Madeleine did not know anything of his business in

Having taken notes of her statements, Willis spoke of the inquest and repeated the instructions he had given

Merriman as to the evidence. Then he told her of the young man's visit, and referring to his anxiety on her

behalf, asked if he might acquaint him with her whereabouts. She thankfully acquiesced, and Willis, who was

anxious that her mind should be kept occupied until the inquest, pushed his good offices to the extent of

The inquest elicited no further information. Formal evidence of identification was given, the doctors deposed

that death was due to a bullet from an exceedingly small bore automatic pistol, the cab driver and porter told

their stories, and the jury returned the obvious verdict of murder against some person or persons unknown.

The inspector's precautions were observed, and not a word was uttered which could have given a hint to any

member of the PitProp Syndicate that the bona fides of his organization was suspected.

Two days later, when the funeral was over, Merriman took Miss Coburn back to her aunt's at Eastbourne. No

word of love passed his lips, but the young girl seemed pleased to have his company, and before parting from

her he obtained permission to call on her again. He met the aunt for a few moments, and was somewhat

comforted to find her a kind, motherly woman, who was evidently sincerely attached to the now fatherless

girl. He had told Madeleine of his interview with her father, and she had not blamed him for his part in the

matter, saying that she had believed for some time that a development of the kind was inevitable.

So, for them, the days began to creep wearily past. Merriman paid as frequent visits to Eastbourne as he

dared, and little by little he began to hope that he was making progress in his suit. But try as he would, he

could not bring the matter to a head. The girl had evidently had a more severe shock than they had realized at

first, and she became listless and difficult to interest in passing events. He saw there was nothing for it but to

wait, and he set himself to bide his time with the best patience he could muster.

Inspector Willis was more than interested in his new case. The more he thought over it, the more he realized

its dramatic possibilities and the almost worldwide public interest it was likely to arouse, as well as the

importance which his superiors would certainly attach to it; in other words, the influence a successful

He had not been idle since the day of the inquest, now a week past. To begin with he had seen Hilliard

secretly, and learned at first hand all that that young man could tell him. Next he had made sure that the

fingerprints found on the speaking tube were not those of Mr. Coburn, and he remained keenly anxious to

obtain impressions from Captain Beamish's fingers to compare with the former. But inquiries from the port

officials at Hull, made by wire on the evening of the inquest, showed that the Girondin would not be back at

Ferriby for eight days. There had been no object, therefore, in his leaving London immediately, and instead

he had busied himself by trying to follow up the deceased's movements in the metropolis, and learn with

whom he had associated during his stay. In his search for clues he had even taken the hint from Merriman's

newspaper and bought a copy of The Mystery of a Hansom Cab, but though he saw that this clever story

might easily have inspired the crime, he could find from it no help towards its solution.

He had also paid a flying visit to the manager of the Hopwood Manufacturing Company in Sheffield, where

Coburn had been employed. >From him he had learned that Madeleine's surmise was correct, and that there

had been "friction" before her father left. In point of fact a surprise audit had revealed discrepancies in the

accounts. Some money was missing, and what was suspiciously like an attempt to falsify the books had taken

place. But the thing could not be proved. Mr. Coburn had paid up, but though his plea that he had made a

genuine clerical error had been accepted, his place had been filled. The manager expressed the private

opinion that there was no doubt of his subordinate's guilt, saying also that it was well known that during the

previous months Coburn had been losing money heavily through gambling. Where he had obtained the

money to meet the deficit the manager did not know, but he believed someone must have come forward to

This information interested Willis keenly, supporting, as it seemed to do, his idea that Coburn was in the

power of the syndicate or one of its members. If, for example, one of these men, on the lookout for helpers in

his conspiracy, had learned of the cashier's predicaments it was conceivable that he might have obtained his

hold by advancing the money needed to square the matter in return for a signed confession of guilt. This was

of course the merest guesswork, but it at least indicated to Willis a fresh line of inquiry in case his present

And with the latter he was becoming exceedingly disappointed. With the exception of the facts just

mentioned, he had learned absolutely nothing to help him. Mr. Coburn might as well have vanished into thin

air when he left the Peveril Hotel, for all the trace he had left. Willis could learn neither where he went nor

whom he met on any one of the four days he had spent in London. He congratulated himself, therefore, that

on the following day the Girondin would be back at Ferriby, and he would then be able to start work on the

That evening he settled himself with his pipe to think over once more the facts he had already learned. As

time passed he found himself approaching more and more to the conclusion reached by Hilliard and

Merriman several weeks before that the secret of the syndicate was the essential feature of the case. What

were these people doing? That was the question which at all costs he must answer.

His mind reverted to the two theories already in the field. At first sight that of brandy smuggling seemed

tenable enough, and he turned his attention to the steps by which the two young men had tried to test it. At

the loading end their observations were admittedly worthless, but at Ferriby they seemed to have made a

satisfactory investigation. Unless they had unknowingly fallen asleep in the barrel, it was hard to see how

they could have failed to observe contraband being set ashore, had any been unloaded. But he did not believe

they had fallen asleep. People were usually conscious of awakening. Besides there was the testimony of

Menzies, the pilot. It was hardly conceivable that this man also should have been deceived. At the same time

Willis decided he must interview him, so as to form his own opinion of the man's reliability.

Another possibility occurred to him which none of the amateur investigators appeared to have thought of.

North Sea trawlers were frequently used for getting contraband ashore. Was the Girondin transferring illicit

This was a question Inspector Willis felt he could not solve. It would be a matter for the Customs

Department. But he knew enough about it to understand that immense difficulties would have to be overcome

before such a scheme could be worked. Firstly, there was the size of the fraud. Six months ago, according to

what Miss Coburn overheard, the syndicate were making 6,800 pounds per trip, and probably, from the

remarks then made, they were doing more today. And 6,800 meant the inspector buried himself in

calculations at least one thousand gallons of brandy. Was it conceivable that trawlers could get rid of one

thousand gallons every ten days One hundred gallons a day? Frankly he thought it impossible. In fact, in

the face of the Customs officers' activities, he doubted if such a thing could be done by any kind of

machinery that could be devised. Indeed, the more Willis pondered the smuggling theory, the less likely it

seemed to him, and he turned to consider the possibilities of Miss Coburn's SUGGESTION of false note

Here at once he was met by a fact which he had not mentioned to Merriman. As it happened, the circulation

of spurious Treasury notes was one of the subjects of interest to Scotland Yard at the moment. Notes were

being forged and circulated in large numbers. Furthermore, the source of supply was believed to be some of

the large towns in the Midlands, Leeds being particularly suspected. But Leeds was on the direct line through

Ferriby, and comparatively not far away. Willis felt that it was up to him to explore to the uttermost limit all

He began by looking at the matter from the conspirators' point of view. Supposing they had overcome the

Willis could appreciate the idea of locating the illicit press in France. Firstly, it would be obvious to the gang

that the early discovery of a fraud of the kind was inevitable. Its existence, indeed, would soon become

common property. But this would but slightly affect its success. It was the finding of the source of supply that

mattered, and the difficulty of this was at once the embarrassment of the authorities and the opportunity of the

Secondly, English notes were to he forged and circulated in England, therefore it was from the English police

that the source of supply must be hidden. And how better could this be done than by taking it out of England

altogether? The English police would look in England for what they wanted. The attention of the French

police, having no false French notes to deal with, would not be aroused. It seemed to Willis that so far he was

The third point was that, granting the first two, some agency would be required to convey the forged notes

from France to England. But here a difficulty arose. The pitprop plan seemed altogether too elaborate and

cumbrous for all that was required. Willis, as Merriman had done earlier, pictured the passenger with the

padded overcoat and the doublebottomed handbag. This traveller, it seemed, would meet the case.

But did he? Would there not, with him, be a certain risk? There would be a continuous passing through

Customs houses, frequent searchings of the faked suitcase. Accidents happen. Suppose the traveller held on

to his suitcase too carefully? Some sharpeyed Customs officer might become suspicious. Suppose he didn't

hold on carefully enough and it were lost? Yes, there would be risks. Small, doubtless, but still risks. And the

As Willis turned the matter over in his mind, he came gradually to the conclusion that the elaboration of the

pitprop business was no real argument against its having been designed merely to carry forged notes. As a

business, moreover, it would pay or almost pay. It would furnish a secret method of getting the notes across

at little or no cost. And as a blind, Willis felt that nothing better could be devised. The scheme visualized

itself to him as follows. Somewhere in France, probably in some cellar in Bordeaux, was installed the illicit

printingpress. There the notes were produced. By some secret method they were conveyed to Henri when

his lorrydriving took him into the city, and he in turn brought them to the clearing and handed them over to

Coburn. Captain Beamish and Bulla would then take charge of them, probably hiding them on the Girondin

in some place which would defy a surprise Customs examination. Numbers of such places, Willis felt sure,

could be arranged, especially in the engine room. The cylinders of a duplicate set of pumps, disused on that

particular trip, occurred to him as an example. After arrival at Ferriby there would be ample opportunity for

the notes to be taken ashore and handed over to Archer, and Archer "could plant stuff on Old Nick himself."

The more he pondered over it, the more tenable this theory seemed to Inspector Willis. He rose and began

pacing the room, frowning heavily. More than tenable, it seemed a sound scheme cleverly devised and

carefully worked out. Indeed he could think of no means so likely to mislead and delude suspicious

Two points, however, think as he might, he could not reconcile. One was that exasperating puzzle of the

changing of the lorry number plates, the other how the running of a second boat to Swansea would increase

But everything comes to him who waits, and at last he got an idea. What if the number of the lorry was an

indication to the printers of the notes as to whether Henri was or was not in a position to take over a

consignment? Would some such sign be necessary? If Henri suspected he was under observation, or if he had

to make calls in unsuitable places, he would require a secret method of passing on the information to his

accomplices. And if so, could a better scheme be devised than that of showing a prearranged number on his

lorry? Willis did not think so, and he accepted the theory for what it was worth.

Encouraged by his progress, he next tackled his second difficulty how the running of a second boat would

dispose of more notes. But try as he would he could arrive at no conclusion which would explain the point. It

depended obviously on the method of distribution adopted, and of this part of the affair he was entirely

ignorant. Failure to account for this did not therefore necessarily invalidate the theory as a whole.

And with the theory as a whole he was immensely pleased. As far as he could see it fitted all the known facts,

and bore the stamp of probability to an even greater degree than that of brandy smuggling.

"Could you meet me off London train at Paragon Station at 3.9 tomorrow re death of Coburn. I should like to

He travelled that same day to Hull, having arranged for the reply to be sent after him. Going to the firstclass

refreshment room at the Paragon, he had a conversation with the barmaid in which he disclosed his official

position, and passed over a tenshilling note on account for services about to be rendered. Then, leaving by

On the next day he boarded the London train which reaches Hull at 3.9. At Paragon Station he soon singled

"Sorry for asking you to come in, Captain Beamish," he apologized, "but I was anxious if possible to get back

to London tonight I heard of you from Miss Coburn and Mr. Merriman, both of whom read of the tragedy in

the papers, and severally came to make inquiries at the Yard. Lloyd's Register told me your ship came in

here, so I came along to see you in the hope that you might be able to give me some information about the

"No trouble to meet you, inspector. I had to come up to Hull in any case, and I shall be glad to tell you

anything I can about poor Coburn. Unfortunately I am afraid it won't be much. When our syndicate was

starting we wanted a manager for the export end. Coburn applied, there was a personal interview, he seemed

suitable and he was appointed on trial. I know nothing whatever about him otherwise, except that he made

good, and I may say that in the two years of our acquaintance I always found him not only pleasant and

Willis asked a number of other questions harmless questions, easily answered about the syndicate and

Coburn's work, ending up with an expression of thanks for the other's trouble and an invitation to adjourn for

Beamish accepting, the inspector led the way to the firstclass refreshment room and approached the counter

The girl placed the two small tumblers of yellow liquid before her customers and Willis added a little water to

"Well, here's yours," he said, and raising his glass to his lips, drained the contents at a draught. Captain

The inspector's offer of a second drink having been declined, the two men left the refreshment room, still

chatting about the murdered man. Ten minutes later Captain Beamish saw the inspector off in the London

train. But he did not know that in the van of that train there was a parcel, labelled to "Inspector Willis,

passenger to Doncaster by 4.0 p.m.," which contained a small tumbler, smelling of whisky, and carefully

The inspector was the next thing to excited when, some time later, he locked the door of his bedroom in the

Stag's Head Hotel at Doncaster and, carefully unpacking the tumbler, he took out his powdering apparatus

and examined it for prints. With satisfaction he found his little ruse had succeeded. The glass bore clearly

Eagerly he compared the prints with those he had found on the taxi calltube. And then he suffered

So his theory had been wrong, and Captain Beamish was not the murderer after all! He realized now that he

had been much more convinced of its truth than he had had any right to be, and his chagrin was

correspondingly greater. He had indeed been so sure that Beamish was his man that he had failed sufficiently

to consider other possibilities, and now he found himself without any alternative theory to fall back on.

But he remained none the less certain that Coburn's death was due to his effort to break with the syndicate,

and that it was to the syndicate that he must look for light on the matter. There were other members of it he

knew of two, Archer and Morton, and there might be more one of whom might be the man he sought. It

seemed to him that his next business must be to find those other members, ascertain if any of them were tall

But how was this to be done? Obviously from the shadowing of the members whom he knew, that was,

Captain Beamish, Bulla, and Benson, the Ferriby manager. Of these, Beamish and Bulla were for the most

part at sea; therefore, he thought, his efforts should be concentrated on Benson.

It was with a view to some such contingency that he had alighted at Doncaster instead of returning to

London, and he now made up his mind to return on the following day to Hull and, the Girondin having by

He spent three days shadowing Benson, without coming on anything in the slightest degree suspicious. The

manager spent each of the days at the wharf until about six o'clock. Then he walked to Ferriby Station and

took the train to Hull, where he dined, spent the evening at some place of amusement, and returned to the

On the fourth day, as the same program seemed to be in prowess, Willis came to the conclusion that he was

losing time and must take some more energetic step. He determined that if Benson left the depot in the

evening as before, he would try to effect an entrance to his office and have a look through his papers.

Shortly after six, from the hedge behind which he had concealed himself, he saw Benson appear at the door in

the corrugated iron fence, and depart in the direction of Ferriby. The five employees had left about an hour

After giving Benson time to get clear away, he crept from his hiding place, and approaching the depot, tried

the gate in the fence. It was locked, but few locks were proof against the inspector's prowess, and with the

help of a bent wire he was soon within the enclosure. He closed We gate behind hint and glancing carefully

The door of the office was also locked, but the bent wire conquered it too, and in a coup1e of minutes he

The room was small, finished with yellow matchboarded walls and ceiling, and containing a closed rolltop

desk, a table littered with papers, a vertical file, two cupboards, a telephone, and other simple office

requisites. Two doors led out of it one to the manager's bedroom, the other to the shed. Thinking that those

He ran rapidly though methodically through the papers on the table without finding anything of interest. All

referred to the pitprop industry, and seemed to indicate that the business was carried on efficiently. Next he

tackled the desk, picking the lock with his usual skill. Here also, though he examined everything with

He moved to the cupboards. One was unfastened and contained old ledgers, account books and the like, none

being of any interest. The other cupboard was locked, and Willis's quick eyes saw that the woodwork round

the keyhole was much scratched, showing that the lock was frequently used. Again the wire was brought into

requisition, and in a moment the door swung open, revealing to the inspector's astonished gaze a telephone.

Considerably puzzled, he looked round to the wall next the door. Yes, he had not been mistaken; there also

was affixed a telephone. He crossed over to it, and following with his eye the run of the wires, saw that it was

With what, then, did this second instrument communicate? There were no other wires approaching the shed,

He examined the instrument more closely, and then he saw that it was not of the standard government pattern.

It was marked "The A. M. Curtiss Co., Philadelphia, Pa." It was therefore part of a private installation and, as

such, illegal, as the British Government hold the monopoly for all telephones in the country. At least it would

But was it? The wires passed through the back of the cupboard into the wall, and, looking down, Willis saw

that one of the wall sheeting boards, reaching from the cupboard to the floor, had at some time been taken out

To satisfy his curiosity he took out his combination pocket knife, and deftly removing the screws, pulled the

board forward. His surprise was not lessened when he saw that the wires ran down inside the wall and,

"Is it possible that they have a cable?" thought the puzzled man, as he replaced the loose board and screwed it

The problem had to stand over, as he wished to complete his investigation of the remainder of the building.

But though he searched the entire premises with the same meticulous thoroughness that he had displayed in

dealing with the papers, he came on nothing else which in any way excited his interest.

He let himself out and, relocking the various doors behind him, walked to Hassle and from there returned to

He was a good deal intrigued by his discovery of the secret telephone. That it was connected up and

frequently used he was certain, both from the elaboration of its construction and from the marking round the

cupboard keyhole. He wondered if he could without discovery tap the wires and overhear the business

discussed. Had the wires been carried on poles the matter would have been simple, but as things were he

would have to make his connection under the loose board and carry his cable out through the wall and along

the shore to some point at which the receiver would be hidden by no means an easy matter.

But in default of something better he would have tried it, had not a second discovery he made later on the

It was in thinking over the probable purpose of the telephone that he got his idea. It seemed obvious that it

was used for the secret side of the enterprise, and if so, would it not most probably connect the import depot

of the secret commodity with that of its distribution? Ferriby wharf was the place of import, but the

distribution, as the conversations overheard indicated, lay not in the hands of Benson but of Archer. What if

There was another point. The difficulty of laying a secret land wire would be so enormous that in the nature

of things the line must be short. It must either lead, Willis imagined, to the southern bank of the estuary or to

But if both these conclusions were sound, it followed that Archer himself must be found in the immediate

He borrowed a directory of Hull and began looking up all the Archers given in the alphabetical index. There

He glanced at his watch. It was still but slightly after ten. Taking his hat he walked to the police station and

"Yes, sir," said the man in answer to his inquiry. "I know the gentleman. He is the managing director of

"And what is he like in appearance?" Willis continued, concealing the interest this statement had aroused.

"A big man, sir," the sergeant answered. "Tall, and broad too. Clean shaven, with heavy features, very

Willis had food for thought as he returned to his hotel. Merriman had been thrilled when he learned of the

proximity of the distillery to the syndicate's depot, seeing therein an argument in favor of the brandy

smuggling theory. This new discovery led Willis at first to take the same view, but the considerations which

Hilliard had pointed out occurred to him also, and though he felt a little puzzled, he was inclined to dismiss

Though after his recent experience he was even more averse to jumping to conclusions than formerly, Willis

could not but believe that he was at last on a hopeful scent. At all events his first duty was clear. He must find

Next morning found him again at Ferriby, once more looking southwards from the concealment of a cluster

of bushes. But this time the object of his attention was no longer the syndicate's depot. Instead he focused his

About ninethirty a tall, stoutly built man strode up to the building and entered. His dress indicated that he

was of the employer class, and from the way in which a couple of workmen touched their caps as he passed,

For some three hours the inspector lay hidden, then he suddenly observed the tall man emerge from the

building and walk rapidly in the direction of Ferriby. Immediately the inspector crept down the hedge nearer

It happened that as the man came abreast of Willis, a small twoseater motorcar coming from the direction

of Ferriby also reached the same spot. But instead of passing, it slowed down and its occupant hailed the tall

"Thanks," the big man answered. "It would be a kindness. I have unexpectedly to go into Hull, and my own

"No hurry. If I am in by half past one it will do. I am lunching with Frazer at the Criterion at that time."

As soon as it was out of sight, Willis emerged from his hidingplace, and hurrying to the station, caught the

1.17 train to Hull. Twenty minutes later he passed through the swing doors of the Criterion.

The hotel, as is well known, is one of the most fashionable in Hull, and at the luncheon hour the restaurant

was well filled. Glancing casually round, Willis could see his new acquaintance seated at a table in the

window, in close conversation with a florid, redhaired individual of the successful business man type.

All the tables in the immediate vicinity were occupied, and Willis could not get close by in the hope of

overhearing some of the conversation, as he had intended. He therefore watched the others from a distance,

He heard them order coffee and liqueurs, and then a sudden idea came into his head. Rising, he followed the

"I want a small job done," he said, while a tenshilling note changed hands. "I am from Scotland Yard, and I

want the fingerprints of the men who have just ordered coffee. Polish the outsides of the liqueur glasses

thoroughly, and only lift them by the stems. Then when the men have gone let me have the glasses."

He returned to the lounge, and presently had the satisfaction of seeing Archer lift his glass by the bowl

between the finger and thumb of his right hand, to empty his liqueur into his coffee. Hall an hour later he was

A very few minutes sufficed for the test. The impressions showed up well, and this time the inspector gave a

sigh of relief as he compared them with those of the taxi speakingtube. They were the same. His quest was

For a minute or two, in his satisfaction, the inspector believed his work was done. He had only to arrest

Archer, take official prints of his fingers, and he had all the necessary proof for a conviction. But a moment's

consideration showed him that his labors were very far indeed from being over. What he had accomplished

was only a part of the task he had set himself. It was a good deal more likely that the other members of the

syndicate were confederates in the murder as well as in the illicit trade. He must get his hands on them too.

But if he arrested Archer he would thereby destroy all chance of accomplishing the greater feat. The very

essence of success lay in lulling to rest any doubts that their operations were suspect which might have

entered into the minds of the members of the syndicate. No, he would do nothing at present, and he once

more felt himself up against the question which had baffled Hilliard and Merriman What was the syndicate

And how was it to be done? After some thought he came to the conclusion that his most promising clue was

the secret telephone, and he made up his mind the next day he would try to find its other end, and if necessary

Inspector Willis was a good deal exercised by the question of whether or not he should have Archer

shadowed. If the managing director conceived the slightest suspicion of his danger he would undoubtedly

disappear, and a man of his ability would not be likely to leave many traces. On the other hand Willis

wondered whether even Scotland Yard men could shadow him sufficiently continuously to be a real

safeguard, without giving themselves away. And if that happened he might indeed arrest Archer, but it would

After anxious thought he decided to take the lesser risk. He would not bring assistants into the matter, but

would trust to his own skill to carry on the investigation unnoticed by the distiller.

Though the discovery of Archer's identity seemed greatly to strengthen the probability that the secret

telephone led to him, Willis could not state this positively, and he felt it was the next point to be ascertained.

The same argument that he had used before seemed to apply that owing to the difficulty of wiring, the point

of connection must be close to the depot. Archer's office was not more than three hundred yards away, while

his house, The Elms, was over a mile. The chances were therefore in favor of the former.

It followed that he must begin by searching Archer's office for the other receiver, and he turned his attention

And first, as to the lie of the offices. He called at the Electric Generating Station, and having introduced

himself confidentially to the manager in his official capacity, asked to see the man whose business it was to

inspect the lights of the distillery. From him he had no difficulty in obtaining a rough plan of the place.

It appeared that the offices were on the first floor, fronting along the line, Archer's private office occupying

the end of the suite and the corner of the building nearest to the syndicate's wharf, and therefore to Ferriby.

The supervisor believed that it had two windows looking to the front and side respectively, but was not sure.

That afternoon Inspector Willis returned to the distillery, and secreting himself in the same hiding place as

before, watched until the staff had left the building. Then strolling casually along the lane, he observed that

the two telephone wires which approached across the fields led to the third window from the Ferriby end of

"That'll be the main office," he said to himself, "but there will probably be an extension to Archer's own

He looked about him. The hedge bounding the river side of the lane ran up to the corner of the building. After

another hasty glance round Willis squeezed through and from immediately below scrutinized the side

window of the managing director's room. And then he saw something which made him chuckle with pleasure.

Within a few inches of the architrave of the window there was a downspout, and from the top of the window

to the spout he saw stretching what looked like a double cord. It was painted the same color as the walls, and

had he not been looking out specially he would not have seen it. A moment's glance at the foot of the spout

showed him his surmise was correct. Pushed in behind it and normally concealed by it were two insulated

wires, which ran down the wall from the window and disappeared into the ground with the spout.

"Got it first shot," thought the inspector delightedly, as he moved away so as not to attract the attention of any

Another idea suddenly occurred to him and, after estimating the height and position of the window, he turned

and ran his eye once more over his surroundings. About fifty yards from the distillery, and behind the hedge

fronting the lane, stood the cottage which Hilliard and Merriman had noticed. It was in a bad state of repair,

having evidently been unoccupied for a long time. In the gable directly opposite the managing director's

office was a broken window. Willis moved round behind the house, and once again producing his bent wire,

in a few moments had the back door open. Slipping inside, he passed through the dampsmelling rooms and

up the decaying staircase until he reached the broken window. From it, as he had hoped, he found he had a

"I'll do it tonight," he murmured, and quietly leaving the house, he hurried to Ferriby Station and so to Hull.

Some five hours later he left the city again, this time by motor. He stopped at the end of the lane which ran

past the distillery, dismissed the vehicle, and passed down the lane. He was carrying a light, folding ladder, a

The night was very dark. The crescent moon would not rise for another couple of hours, and a thick pall of

cloud cut off all light from the stars. A faint wind stirred the branches of the few trees in the neighborhood

and sighed across the wide spaces of open country. The inspector walked slowly, being barely able to see

against the sky the tops of the hedges which bounded the lane. Except for himself no living creature seemed

Arrived at his destination, Willis felt his way to the gap in the hedge which he had used before, passed

through, and with infinite care raised his ladder to the window of Archer's office. He could not see the

window, but he checked the position of the ladder by the measurements from the hedge. Then he slowly

He found he had gauged his situation correctly, and he was soon on the sill of the window, trying with his

knife to push back the hasp. This he presently accomplished, and then, after an effort so great that he thought

he would be beaten, he succeeded in raising the sash. A minute later he was in the room.

His first care was to pull down the thick blinds of blue holland with which the windows were fitted. Then

Having thus provided against surprise, he began his investigation. There in the top corner of the side window

were the wires. They followed the miter of the window architrave whiteenameled to match and then,

passing down for a few inches at the outside of the moldings, ran along the picture rail round the room,

concealed in the groove behind it. Following in the same way the miter of the architrave, they disappeared

Willis softly opened the door, which was not locked, and peered into a small store, evidently used for filing.

The wires were carried down the back of the architrave molding and along the top of the wainscoting, until

finally they disappeared into the side of one of a series of cupboards which lined the wall opposite the door.

The cupboard was locked, but with the help of the bent wire it soon stood open and Willis, flashing in a beam

from his electric torch, saw with satisfaction that he had attained at least one of his objects. A telephone

He examined the remaining contents of the room, but found nothing of interest until he came to the door.

This was solidly made and edged with rubber, and he felt sure that it would be almost completely

"Pretty complete arrangement," Willis thought as he turned back to the outer office. Here he conducted

another of his meticulous examinations, but unfortunately with a negative result.

Having silently unlocked the door and pulled up the blinds, he climbed out on the window sill and closed the

window. He was unable to refasten the hasp, and had therefore to leave this evidence of his visit, though he

Lifting down the ladder, he carried it to the cottage and hid it therein. Part of his task was done, and he must

When some three hours later the coming dawn had made objects visible, he again emerged armed with his

tools and coil of insulated wire. Digging a hole at the bottom of the downpipe, he connected his wires just

below the ground level to those of the telephone. Then inserting his spade along the face of the wall from the

pipe to the hedge, he pushed back the adjoining soil, placed the wires in the narrow trench thus made, and

trod the earth back into place. When the hole at the downspout had been filled, practically no trace remained

The ground along the inside of the hedge being thickly grown over with weeds and grass, he did not think it

necessary to dig a trench for the wire, simply bedding it beneath the foliage. But he made a spade cut across

the sward from the hedge to the cottage door, sank in the wire and trod out the cut. Once he had passed the

tiny cable beneath the front door he no longer troubled to hide it but laid it across the floors and up the airs to

the broken window. There he attached the field receiver, affixing it to his ear so as to be ready for

It was by this time half past six and broad daylight, but Willis had seen no sign of life and he believed his

actions had been unobserved. He ate a few sandwiches, then lighting his pipe, lay down on the floor and

His case at last was beginning to prosper. The finding of Coburn's murderer was of course an event of

outstanding importance, and now the discovery of the telephone was not only valuable for its own sake, but

was likely to bring in a rich harvest of information from the messages he hoped to intercept. Indeed he

believed he could hardly fail to obtain from this source a definite indication of the nature and scope of the

About eight o'clock he could see from his window a number of workmen arrive at the distillery, followed an

hour later by a clerical staff. After them came Archer, passing from his car to the building with his purposeful

stride. Almost immediately he appeared in his office, sat down at his desk, and began to work.

Until nearly midday Willis watched him going through papers, dictating letters, and receiving subordinates.

Then about two minutes to the hour he saw him look at his watch, rise, and approach the door from the other

office, which was in Willis's line of vision behind the desk. He stooped over the lock as if turning the key,

and then the watcher's excitement rose as the other disappeared out of sight in the direction of the filing room.

Willis was not disappointed. Almost immediately he heard the faint call of the tiny buzzer, and then a voice

Archer's voice, he believed, from what he had heard in the hotel lounge called softly, "Are you there?"

There was an immediate answer. Willis had never heard Benson speak, but he presumed that the reply must

"I hope so, but he seemed very suspicious of that Scotland Yard man said he was sure he was out for more

than he pretended. He thought he was too easily satisfied with the information he got, and that some of his

Inspector Willis sat up sharply. This was a blow to his dignity, and he felt not a little scandalized. But he had

"I think we had better be on the safe side. If you have the slightest suspicion don't wait to report to me. Wire

at once to Henri at the clearing this message take it down so that there'll be no mistake 'Six hundred

fourfoot props wanted. If possible send next cargo.' Got that? He will understand. It is our code for 'Suspect

danger. Send blank cargoes until further notice.' Then if a search is made nothing will be found, because there

"We can't take avoidable risks. Now about yourself. I see you brought no stuff up last night?"

"Couldn't. I had a rotten bilious attack. I started, but had to go back to bed again. Couldn't stand."

The switch snapped, and in a few seconds the watcher saw Archer return to his office, bend for a moment

"I've got them now," he thought triumphantly. "I've got them at last. Tonight I'll take them redhanded in

whatever they're doing." He smiled in anticipation. "By Jove," he went on, "it was lucky they sent nothing up

last night, or they would have taken me redhanded, and that might have been the end of me!"

He was greatly impressed by the excellence of the telephone scheme. There was nothing anywhere about it to

excite suspicion, and it kept Archer in touch with the illicit undertaking, while enabling him to hold himself

absolutely aloof from all its members. If the rest of the organization was as good, it was not surprising that

But the puzzle was now solved, the mystery at an end. That night, so Willis assured himself, the truth would

He remained in his hiding place all day, until, indeed, he had watched the workers at the distillery leave and

the gray shadows of evening had begun to descend. Then he hid the telephone and wire in a cupboard,

stealthily left the house, and after a rapid glance round hurried along the lane towards Ferriby.

He caught the 6.57 train to Hull, and in a few minutes was at the police station. There he saw the

superintendent, and after a little trouble got him to fall in with the plan which he had devised.

As a result of their conference a large car left the city shortly before nine, in which were seated Inspector

Willis and eight picked constables in plain clothes. They drove to the end of the Ferriby Lane, where the men

dismounted, and took cover behind some shrubs, while the car returned towards Hull.

It was almost, but not quite dark. There was no moon, but the sky was clear and the stars were showing

brightly. A faint air, in which there was already a touch of chill, sighed gently through the leaves, rising at

intervals almost to a breeze, then falling away again to nothing. Lights were showing here and there yellow

gleams from unshaded windows, signal lamps from the railway, navigation lights from the river. Except for

the sound of the retreating car and the dull roar of a distant train, the night was very still, a night, in fact,

The nine men moved silently down the lane at intervals of a few minutes, their rubbershod feet making no

sound on the hard surface. Willis went first, and as the others reached him he posted them in the positions on

which he had previously decided. One man took cover behind the hedge of the lane, a short distance on the

distillery side of the wharf, another behind a pile of old material on the railway at the same place, a third hid

himself among some bushes on the open ground between the railway and the river, while a fourth crept as

near to the end of the wharf as the tide would allow, so as to watch approaches from the water. When they

were in position, Willis felt convinced no one could leave the syndicate's depot for the distillery without

The other four men he led on to the distillery, placing them in a similar manner on its Ferriby side. If by some

extraordinary chance the messenger with the "stuff" should pass the first cordon, the second, he was satisfied,

The country was extraordinarily deserted. Not one of the nine men had seen a living soul since they left their

motor, and Willis felt certain that his dispositions had been carried out in absolute secrecy.

He crossed the fence on to the railway. By climbing halfway up the ladder of a signal he was able to see the

windows of the shed over the galvanized fence. All were in darkness, and he wondered if Benson had gone

To satisfy himself on this point he hid beneath a wagon which was standing on the siding close to the gate in

the fence. If the manager were returning by his usual train he would be due in a few minutes, and Willis

It was not long before a sharp footfall told that someone was coming along the lane. The unknown paused at

the stile, climbed over; and, walking more carefully across the rails, approached the door. Willis, whose eyes

were accustomed to the gloom, could make out the dim form of a man, showing like a smudge of intensified

blackness against the obscurity beyond. He unlocked the door, passed through, slammed it behind him, and

his retreating steps sounded from within. Finally another door closed in the distance and silence again

Willis crawled out from beneath his truck and once more climbed the signal ladder. The windows of Benson's

office were now lighted up, but the blinds being drawn, the inspector could see nothing within.

After about half an hour he observed the same phenomenon as Hilliard and Merriman had witnessed the

light was carried from the office to the bedroom, and a few minutes later disappeared altogether.

The ladder on which he was standing appearing to Willis to offer as good an observation post as he could

hope to get, he climbed to the little platform at the top, and seating himself, leaned back against the timber

Though he was keenly interested by his adventure, time soon began to drag. It was cramped on the little seat,

and he could not move freely for fear of falling off. Then to his dismay he began to grow sleepy. He had of

course been up all the previous night, and though he had dozed a little during his vigil in the deserted house,

he had not really rested. He yawned, stretched himself carefully, and made a determined effort to overcome

He was suddenly and unexpectedly successful. He got the start of his life, and for a moment he thought an

earthquake had come. The signal post trembled and swayed while with a heavy metallic clang objects moved

through the darkness near his head. He gripped the rail, and then he laughed as he remembered that railway

Presently it roared past him, enveloping him in a cloud of steam, which for an instant was lit bright as day by

the almost white beam that poured out of the open door of the engine firebox. Then, the steam clearing, there

appeared a strip of faintly lit ground on either side of the flying carriage roofs; it promptly vanished; red tail

Lamps appeared, leaping away; there was a rattle of wheels over siding connections, and with a rapidly

decreasing roar the visitation was past. For a moment there remained the quickly moving spot of lighted

steam, then it too vanished. Once again the signal post swayed as the heavy mechanism of the arm dropped

The train had effectually wakened Willis, and he set himself with a renewed vigor to this task. Sharply he

watched the dark mass of the shed with its surrounding enclosure, keenly he listened for some sound of

Towards one in the morning he descended from his perch and went the round of his men. All were alert, and

The time dragged slowly on. The wind had risen somewhat and clouds were banking towards the northwest.

About four o'clock he went round his pickets for the second time. He was becoming more and more surprised

that the attempt had been delayed so long, and when some two hours later the coming dawn began to brighten

the eastern sky and still no sign had been observed, his chagrin waxed keen. As the light increased, he

withdrew his men to cover, and about seven o'clock, when it was no longer possible that anything would be

attempted, he sent them by ones and twos to await their car at the agreed rendezvous.

He was more disappointed at the failure of his trap than he would have believed possible. What, he wondered,

could have happened? Why had the conspirators abandoned their purpose? Had he given himself away? He

went over in his mind every step he had taken, and he did not see how any one of them could have become

known to his enemies, or how any of his actions could have aroused their suspicions. No; it was not, he felt

sure, that they had realized their danger. Some other quite accidental circumstance had intervened to cause

them to postpone the transfer of the "stuff" for that night But what extraordinary hard luck for him! He had

obtained his helpers from the superintendent only after considerable trouble, and the difficulty of getting

them again would be much greater. And not the least annoying thing was that he, a London man, one, indeed,

of the best men at the Yard, had been made to look ridiculous in the eyes of these provincial police!

Dogtired and hungry though he was, he set his teeth and determined that he would return to the cottage in

the hope of learning the reason of his failure from the conversation which he expected would take place

Repeating, therefore, his proceedings of the previous morning, he regained his point of vantage at the broken

window. Again he watched the staff arrive, and again observed Archer enter and take his place at his desk.

He was desperately sleepy, and it required all the power of his strong will to keep himself awake. But at last

his perseverance was rewarded, and at 10.45 exactly he saw Archer bolt his door and disappear towards the

"Are you there?" once again came in Archer's voice, followed by the astounding phrase, "I see you brought

Inspector Willis gasped. He could scarcely believe his ears. So he had been tricked after all! In spite of his

carefully placed pickets, in spite of his own ceaseless watchfulness, he had been tricked. Two hundred and

fifty of the illicit somethings had been conveyed, right under his and his men's noses, from the depot to the

"I had a lucky deal after our conversation yesterday, got seven hundred unexpectedly planted. You may send

Inspector Willis swore bitterly as he lay back on the dusty floor and pillowed his head on his hands. And then

while he still fumed and fretted, outraged nature asserted herself and he fell asleep.

He woke, ravenously hungry, as it was getting dusk, and he did not delay long in letting himself out of the

house, regaining the lane, and walking to Ferriby Station. An hour later he was dining at his hotel in Hull.

A night's rest made Willis once more his own man, and next morning he found that his choking rage had

evaporated, and that he was able to think calmly and collectedly over the failure of his plans.

As he reconsidered in detail the nature of the watch he had kept, he felt more than ever certain that his

cordons had not been broken through. No one, he felt satisfied, could have passed unobserved between the

And in spite of this the stuff had been delivered. Archer and Benson were not bluffing to put him off the

scent. They had no idea they were overheard, and therefore had no reason to say anything except the truth.

How then was the communication being made? Surely, he thought, if these people could devise a scheme, he

should be able to guess it. He was not willing to admit his brain inferior to any man's.

He lit his pipe and drew at it slowly as he turned the question over in his mind. And then a possible solution

occurred to him. What about a subterranean connection? Had these men driven a tunnel?

Here undoubtedly was a possibility. To drive three hundred yards of a heading large enough for a stooping

man to pass through, would be a simple matter to men who had shown the skill of these conspirators. The soil

was light and sandy, and they could use without suspicion as much timber as they required to shore up their

work. It was true they would have to pass under the railway, but that again was a matter of timbering.

Their greatest difficulty, he imagined, would be in the disposal of the surplus earth. He began to figure out

what it would mean. The passageway could hardly be less than four feet by five, to allow for lining, and this

would amount to about two yards of material to the yard run, or say six hundred or seven hundred cubic yards

altogether. Could this have been absorbed in the filling of the wharf? He thought so. The wharf was a large

structure, thirty yards by thirty at least and eight or nine feet high; more than two thousand cubic yards of

filling would have been required for it. The disposal of the earth, therefore, would have presented no

difficulty. All that came out of the tunnel could have gone into the wharf three times over.

A tunnel seemingly being a practical proposition, he turned his attention to his second problem. How could

Obviously only from examination at one or other end. If it existed it must connect with cellars at the depot

and the distillery. And of these there could be no question of which he ought to, search. The depot was not

only smaller and more compact, but it was deserted at intervals. If he could not succeed at the syndicate's

It was true he had already searched it without result, but he was not then specially looking for a cellar, and

with a more definite objective he might have better luck. He decided that if Benson went up to Hull that night

He took an afternoon train to Ferriby, and walking back towards the depot, took cover in the same place that

he had previously used. There, sheltered by a hedge, he watched for the manager's appearance.

The weather had, from the inspector's point of view, changed for the worse. The sunny days had gone, and

the sky was overladen with clouds. A cold wind blew in gustily from the southeast, bringing a damp fog

which threatened every minute to turn to rain, and flecking the leadcolored waters of the estuary with spots

of white. Willis shivered and drew up his collar higher round his ears as he crouched behind the wet bushes.

"Confound it," he thought, "when I get into that shed I shall be dripping water all over the floor."

But he remained at his post, and in due course he was rewarded by seeing Benson appear at the door in the

fence, and after locking it behind him, start off down the railway towards Ferriby.

As before, Willis waited until the manager had got clear away, then slipping across the line, he produced his

bent wire, opened the door, and five minutes later stood once more in the office.

>From the nature of the case it seemed clear that the entrance to the cellar, if one existed, would be hidden. It

He began by ascertaining the thickness of all the walls, noting the size of the rooms so as to calculate those he

could not measure directly. He soon found that no wall was more than six inches thick, and none could

This narrowed his search. The exit from the building could only be through a trapdoor in the floor.

Accordingly he set to work in the office, crawling torch in hand along the boards, scrutinizing the joints

between them for any that were not closed with dust, feeling for any that might be loose. But all to no

purpose. The boards ran in one length across the floor and were obviously firmly nailed down on fixed joists.

He went to the bedroom, rolling aside the mats which covered the floor and moving the furniture back and

The remainder of the shed was floored with concrete, and a less meticulous examination was sufficient to

show that the surface was unbroken. Nor was there anything either on the wharf itself or in the enclosure

Sorely disappointed, Willis returned once more to the office, and sitting down, went over once again in his

mind what he had done, trying to think if there was a point on the whole area of the depot which he had

overlooked. He could recall none except the space beneath a large wardrobe in the next room which, owing to

"I suppose I had better make sure," he said to himself, though he did not believe so massive a piece of

furniture could have been pulled backwards and forwards without leaving scratches on the floor.

He returned to the bedroom. The wardrobe was divided into two portions, a single deep drawer along the

bottom, and above it a kind of large cupboard with a central door. He seized its end. It was certainly very

He picked up his torch and examined the wooden base. And then his interest grew, for he found it was

Considerably mystified, he tried to open the door. It was locked, and though with his wire he eventually shot

back the bolt, the trouble he had, proved that the lock was one of first quality. Indeed, it was not a cupboard

lock screwed to the inside of the door as might have been expected, but a smallsized mortice lock hidden in

the thickness of the wood, and the keyhole came through to the inside; just the same arrangement as is usual

The inside of the wardrobe revealed nothing of interest. Two coats and waistcoats, a sweater, and some other

"Why," he wondered as he stood staring in, "should it be necessary to lock up clothes like these?"

His eyes turned to the drawer below, and he seized the handles and gave a sharp pull. The drawer was

evidently locked. Once again he produced his wire, but for the first time it failed him. He flashed a beam

The hole was a dummy. It entered the wood but did not go through it. It was not connected to a lock.

He passed the light round the edges of the drawer. If there was no lock to fasten it why had he been unable to

open it? He took out his penknife and tried to push the blade into the surrounding space. It would not

penetrate, and he saw that there was no space, but merely a cut half an inch deep in the wood. There was no

Inspector Willis grew more and more interested. He could not see why all that space should be wasted, as it

was clear from the way in which the wardrobe was finished that economy in construction had not been the

Once again he opened the door of the upper portion, and putting his head inside passed the beam of the lamp

over the floor. This time he gave a little snort of triumph. The floor did not fit tight to the sides. All round

"The trapdoor at last," he muttered, as he began to feel about for some hidden spring. At last, pressing down

on one end of the floor, he found that it sank and the other end rose in the air, revealing a square of inky

blackness out of which poured a stream of cold, damp air, and through which he could hear, with the echoing

His torch revealed a flight of steps leading down into the darkness. Having examined the pivoted floor to

make sure there was no secret catch which could fasten and imprison him below, he stepped on to the ladder

and began to descend. Then the significance of the mortice lock in the wardrobe door occurred to him, and he

stopped, drew the door to behind him, and with his wire locked it. Descending farther he allowed the floor to

He had by this time reached the ground, and he stood flashing his torch about on his surroundings. He was in

a cellar, so low in the roof that except immediately beneath the stairs he could not stand upright. It was

square, some twelve feet either way, and from it issued two passages, one apparently running down under the

wharf, the other at right angles and some two feet lower in level, leading as if towards the distillery. Down

the center of this latter ran a tiny tramway of about a foot gauge, on which stood three kegs on fourwheeled

frames. In the upper side of each keg was fixed a tundish, to the under side a stopcock. Two insulated

wires came down through the ceiling below the cupboard in which the telephone was installed, and ran down

The walls and ceiling of both cellar and passages were supported by pitprops, discolored by the damp and

marked by stains of earthy water which had oozed from the spaces between. They glistened with moisture,

but the air, though cold and damp, was fresh. That and the noise of the waves which reverberated along the

passage under the wharf seemed to show that there was an open connection to the river.

The cellar was empty except for a large wooden tun or cask which reached almost to the ceiling, and a

gunmetal hand pump. Pipes led from the latter, one to the tun, the other along the passage under the wharf.

On the side of the tun and connected to it at top and bottom was a vertical glass tube protected by a wooden

casing, evidently a gauge, as beside it was a scale headed "gallons," and reading from 0 at the bottom to

2,000 at the top. A darkcolored liquid filled the tube up to the figure 1,250. There was a wooden spigot tap

in the side of the tun at floor level, and the tramline ran beneath this so that the wheeled kegs could be pushed

He stooped and smelled the wooden tap, and the last doubt was removed from his mind.

He gave vent to a comprehensive oath. Right enough it was hard luck! Here he had been hoping to bring off a

forged note coup which would have made his name, and the affair was a job for the Customs Department

after all! Of course a pretty substantial reward would be due to him for his discovery, and there was his

murder case all quite satisfactory, but forged notes were more in his line, and he felt cheated out of his due.

But now that he was so far he might as well learn all he could. The more complete the case he gave in, the

The cellar being empty save for the tun, the pump, and the small tramway and trucks, he turned, and flashing

his light before him, walked slowly along the passage down which ran the pipe. He was, he felt sure, passing

Some sixty feet past the pump the floor of the passage came to an abrupt end, falling vertically as by an

enormous step to churning waters of the river some six feet below. At first in the semidarkness Willis

thought he had reached the front of the wharf, but he soon saw he was still in the cellar. The roof ran on at the

same level for some twenty feet farther, and the side walls, here about five feet apart, went straight down

from it into the water. Across the end was a wall, sloping outwards at the bottom and made of horizontal

pitprops separated by spaces of two or three inches. Willis immediately realized that these props must be

those placed behind the inner or raking row of piles which supported the front of the wharf.

Along one side wall for its whole length was nailed a series of horizontal laths twelve inches apart. What

their purpose was he did not know, but he saw that they made a ladder twenty feet wide, by which a man

could work his way from the passage to the end wall and reach the water at any height of the tide.

Above this ladder was an object which at first puzzled the inspector, then as he realized its object, it became

highly illuminating. On a couple of brackets secured to the wall lay a pipe of thin steel covered with thick

black baize, and some sixteen feet long by an inch in diameter. Through it ran the light copper pipe which

was connected at its other end to the pump. At the end of the passage this pipe had several joints like those of

The inspector stepped on to the ladder and worked his way across it to the other end of the steel pipe, close by

the end wall. The copper pipe protruded and ended in a filling like the half of a union. As Willis gazed he

The side of the Girondin, he thought, would lie not more than ten feet from where he was standing. If at night

someone from within the cellar were to push the end of the steel tube out through one of the spaces between

the horizontal timbers of the end wall, it could be inserted into a porthole, supposing one were just opposite.

The concertina joints would make it flexible and allow it to extend, and the baize covering would prevent its

being heard should it inadvertently strike the side of the ship. The union on the copper tube could then be

fixed to some receptacle on board, the brandy being pumped from the ship to the tun.

And no outsider could possibly be any the wiser! Given a dark night and careful operators, the whole thing

Now Willis saw the object of the peculiar construction of the front of the wharf. It was necessary to have two

lines of piles, so that the deck between might overshadow and screen from view the openings between the

horizontal beams at the front of the cellar. He stood marvelling at the ingenuity of the plan. No wonder

But if he were to finish his investigations, he must no longer delay. He worked back across the side of the

cellar, regained the passage, and returned to the pumproom. Then turning into the other passage, he began to

The tunnel was barely four feet high by three wide, and he found progress very tiring. After a slight curve at

the mouth it ran straight and almost dead level. Its construction was the same as that of the cellar,

longitudinal timber lining supported behind verticals and lintels spaced about six feet apart. When he had

gone about two hundred yards it curved sharply to the left, ran heavily timbered for some thirty yards in the

"I suppose the railway crosses here," Willis thought, as he passed painfully round the bends.

The sweat stood in drops on his forehead when he reached the end, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he

realized he could once more stand upright and stretch his cramped back. He found himself in another cellar,

this time about six feet by twelve. The tramway ran along it, stopping at the end wall. The place was

otherwise empty, save for a wooden grating or tundish with a hinged lid which was fixed between the rails

near the entrance. The telephone wires, which had followed the tunnel all the way, here vanished into the

Willis concluded he must be standing beneath some part of the distillery, and a very little thought was

required to make clear to him the raison d'etre of what he saw. He pictured the kegs being pushed under the

tap of the large tun in the pumproom and filled with brandy pumped in from the Girondin. In imagination he

saw Benson pushing his loaded trucks through the tunnel a much easier thing to do than to walk without

something to step over stopping them one by one over the grating and emptying the contents therein. No

doubt that grating was connected to some vat or tun buried still deeper beneath the distillery, in which the

brandy mingled with the other brandy brought there by more legitimate means, and which was sold without

It was probable, thought Willis, that some secret door must connect the chamber in which he stood with the

distillery, but a careful search revealed no trace of any opening, and he was forced to the conclusion that none

existed. Accordingly, he turned and began to retrace his steps through the tunnel.

The walk back seemed even longer and more irksome than his first transit, and he stopped here and there and

knelt down in order to straighten his aching back. As he advanced, the booming sound of the waves, which

had died down to a faint murmur at the distillery, grew louder and louder. At last he reached the pumpcellar,

and was just about to step out of the tunnel when his eye caught the flicker of a light at the top of the

Willis instantly snapped off his own light, and for the fraction of a second he stood transfixed, while his heart

thumped and his hand slid round to his revolver pocket. Breathlessly he watched a pair of legs step on to the

Like a flash he realized what he must do. If this was Benson coming to "take up stuff," to remain in the tunnel

meant certain discovery. But if only he could, reach the passage under the wharf he might be safe. There was

But to cross the cellar he must pass within two feet of the ladder, and the man was halfway down. For a

moment it looked quite hopeless, then unexpectedly he got his chance. The man stopped to lock the wardrobe

door. When he had finished, Willis was already across the cellar and hurrying down the other passage.

By the time the unknown had reached the bottom of the ladder, Willis had stepped on to the cross laths and

was descending by them. In a moment he was below the passage level. He intended, should the other

approach, to hide beneath the water in the hope that in the darkness his head would not be seen.

But the light remained in the cellar, and Willis raised himself and cautiously peeped down the passage. Then

he began to congratulate himself on what he had just been considering his misfortune. For, watching there in

the darkness, he saw Benson carry out the very operations he had imagined were performed. The manager

wheeled the kegs one by one beneath the great barrel, filled them from the tap, and then, setting his lamp on

the last of the three, pushed them before him down the tunnel towards the distillery.

Inspector Willis waited until he judged the other would be out of sight, then left his hidingplace and

cautiously returned to the pumproom. The gauge now showed 1,125 gallons, and he noted that 125 gallons

was, put up per trip. He rapidly ascended the steps, passed out through the wardrobe, and regained the

He had glanced at his watch in the building and found that it was but little after ten. Benson must therefore

have returned by an earlier train than usual. Again the inspector congratulated himself that events had turned

out as they had, for though he would have had no fear of his personal safety had he been seen, premature

The last train for Hull having left, he started to walk the six miles to the city. The weather had still further

changed for the worse, and now half a gale of wind whirled round him in a pandemonium of sound and blew

blinding squalls of rain into his eyes. In a few moments he was soaked to the skin, and the buffeting of the

wind made his progress slow. But he struggled on, too well pleased by the success of his evening's work to

And as he considered the affair on the following morning he felt even more satisfied. He had indeed done

well! Not only had he completed what he set out to do to discover the murderer of Coburn but he had

accomplished vastly more. He had brought to light one of the greatest smuggling conspiracies of modern

times. It was true he had not followed up and completed the case against the syndicate, but this was not his

business. Smuggling was not dealt with by Scotland Yard. It was a matter for the Customs Department. But if

only it had been forged notes! He heaved a sigh as he thought of the kudos which might have been his.

But when he had gone so far, he thought he might as well make certain that the brandy was discharged as he

imagined. He calculated that the Girondin would reach Ferriby on the following day, and he determined to

He followed the plan of Hilliard and Merriman to the extent of hiring a boat in Hull and sculling gently down

towards the wharf as dusk fell. He had kept a watch on the river all day without seeing the motor ship go up,

but now she passed him a couple of miles above the city. He turned inshore when he saw her coming, lest

He pulled easily, timing himself to arrive at the wharf as soon as possible after dark. The evening was dry,

but the southeasterly wind still blew cold and raw, though not nearly so strongly as on the night of his walk.

There were a couple of lights on the Girondin, and he steered by these till the dark mass of her counter,

looming up out of the night, cut them off. Slipping round her stern, as Hilliard had done in the River Lesque,

he unshipped his oars and guided the boat by his hands into the Vshaped space between the two rows of

piles fronting the wharf. As he floated gently forward he felt between the horizontal props which held back

the filling until he came to a vacant space, then knowing he was opposite the cellar, he slid the boat back a

Though sheltered from the wind by the hull, it was cold and damp under the wharf. The waves were lapping

among the timbers, and the boat moved uneasily at the end of her short painter. The darkness was absolute

an inky blackness unrelieved by any point of light. Willis realized that waiting would soon become irksome.

But it was not so very long before the work began. He had been there, he estimated, a couple of hours when

he saw, not ten feet away, a dim circle of light suddenly appear on the Girondin's side. Someone had turned

on a faint light in a cabin whose open porthole was immediately opposite the cellar. Presently Willis,

watching breathlessly, saw what he believed was the steel pipe impinge on and enter the illuminated ring. It

remained projecting into the porthole for some forty minutes, was as silently withdrawn, the porthole was

closed, a curtain drawn across it, and the light turned up within. The brandy had been discharged.

The thing had been done inaudibly, and invisibly to anyone on either wharf or ship. Marvelling once more at

the excellence and secrecy of the plan, Willis gently pushed his boat out from among the piles and rowed

back down the river to Hull. There he tied the boat up, and returning to his hotel, was soon fast asleep.

In spite of his delight at the discovery, he could not but realize that much still remained to be done. Though

he had learned how the syndicate was making its money, he had not obtained any evidence of the complicity

Who, in addition to Archer, could be involved? There were, of course, Beamish, Bulla, Benson, and Henri.

There was also a man, Morton, whose place in the scheme of things had not yet been ascertained. He, Willis

realized, must be found and identified. But were these all? He doubted it. It seemed to him that the smuggling

system required more helpers than these. He now understood how the brandy was got from the ship to the

distillery, and he presumed it was loaded at the clearing in the same manner, being brought there in some

unknown way by the motor lorries. But there were two parts of the plan of which nothing was yet known.

Firstly, where was the brandy obtained from originally, and, secondly, how was it distributed from the

distillery? It seemed to Willis that each of these operations would require additional accomplices. And if so,

He thought over the thing for three solid hours before coming to a decision. At the end of that time he

determined to return to London and, if his chief approved, lay the whole facts before the Customs

Departments of both England and France, asking them to investigate the matter in their respective countries.

In the meantime he would concentrate on the question of complicity in the murder.

Willis's chief at the Yard was not a little impressed by his subordinate's story. He congratulated the inspector

on his discovery, commended him for his restraint in withholding action against Archer until he had

identified his accomplices, and approved his proposals for the further conduct of the case. Fortified by this

somewhat unexpected approbation, Willis betook himself forthwith to the headquarters of the Customs

The two men were already acquainted. As has been stated, the inspector had early called at Hilliard's rooms

and learned all that the other could tell him of the case. But for prudential reasons they had not met since.

Hilliard was tremendously excited by the inspector's news, and eagerly arranged the interview with his chief

which Willis sought. The great man was not engaged, and in a few minutes the others were shown into his

"We are here, sir," Willis began, when the necessary introductions had been made, "to tell you jointly a very

remarkable story. Mr. Hilliard would doubtless have told you his part long before this, had I not specially

asked him not to. Now, sir, the time has come to put the facts before you. Perhaps as Mr. Hilliard's story

Hilliard thereupon began. He told of Merriman's story in the Rovers' Club, his own idea of smuggling based

on the absence of return cargoes, his proposition to Merriman, their trip to France and what they learned at

the clearing. Then he described their visit to Hull, their observations at the Ferriby wharf, the experiment

carried out with the help of Leatham, and, finally, what Merriman had told him of his second visit to

Willis next took up the tale and described the murder of Coburn, his inquiries thereinto and the identification

of the assassin, and his subsequent discoveries at Ferriby, ending up by stating the problem which still

confronted him, and expressing the hope that the chief in dealing with the smuggling conspiracy would

The latter had listened with an expression of amazement, which towards the end of the inspector's statement

changed to one of the liveliest satisfaction. He gracefully congratulated both men on their achievements, and

expressed his gratification at what had been discovered and his desire to cooperate to the full with the

The three men then turned to details. To Hilliard's bitter disappointment it was ruled that, owing to his being

known to at least three members of the gang, he could take no part in the final scenes, and he had to be

content with the honor of, as it were, a seat on the council of war. For nearly an hour they deliberated, at the

end of which time it had been decided that Stopford Hunt, one of the Customs Department's most skillful

investigators, should proceed to Hull and tackle the question of the distribution of the brandy. Willis was to

go to Paris, interest the French authorities in the Bordeaux end of the affair, and then join Hunt in Hull.

Stopford Hunt was an insignificantlooking man of about forty. All his characteristics might be described as

being of medium quality. He was five feet nine in height, his brown hair was neither fair nor dark, his dress

suggested neither poverty nor opulence, and his features were of the type known as ordinary. In a word, he

was not one whose appearance would provoke a second glance or who would be credited with taking an

But for his job these very peculiarities were among his chief assets. When he hung about in an aimless,

loafing way, as he very often did, he was overlooked by those whose actions he was so discreetly watching,

and where mere loafing would look suspicious, he had the inestimable gift of being able to waste time in an

That night Willis crossed to Paris, and next day he told his story to the polite chief of the French Excise. M.

Max was almost as interested as his English confrere, and readily promised to have the French end of the

affair investigated. That same evening the inspector left for London, going on in the morning to Hull.

He found Hunt a shrewd and capable man of the world, as well as a pleasant and INTERESTING companion.

They had engaged a private sittingroom at their hotel, and after dinner they retired thither to discuss their

"I wish," said Willis, when they had talked for some moments, "that you would tell me something about how

this liquor distribution business is worked. It's outside my job, and I'm not clear on the details. If I understood

"The principle of the thing," he answered, "is simple enough, though in detail it becomes a bit complicated.

The first thing we have to remember is that in this case we're dealing, not with distillers, but with rectifiers.

Though in loose popular phraseology both businesses are classed under the term 'distilling,' in reality there is

a considerable difference between them. Distillers actually produce the spirit in their buildings, rectifiers do

not. Rectifiers import the spirit produced by distillers, and refine or prepare it for various specified purposes.

The check required by the Excise authorities is therefore different in each case. With rectifiers it is only

necessary to measure the stuff that goes into and comes out of the works. Making due allowance for variation

"Now, the essence of all fraud is that more stuff goes out of the works than is shown on the returns. That is,

of course, another way of saying that stuff is sold upon which duty has not been paid. In the case of a

rectifying house, where there is no illicit still, more also comes in than is shown. In the present instance you

yourself have shown how the extra brandy enters. Our job is to find out how it leaves."

"That part of it is clear enough anyway," Willis said with a smile. "But brandy smuggling is not new. There

"Quite. There are. But to follow them you must understand how the output is measured. For every

consignment of stuff that leaves the works a permit or certificate is issued and handed to the carrier who

removes it. This is a kind of waybill, and of course a block is kept for the inspection of the surveying

officer. It contains a note of the quantity of stuff, date and hour of starting, consignee's name and other

information, and it is the authority for the carrier to have the liquor in his possession. An Excise officer may

stop and examine any dray or lorry carrying liquor, or railway wagon, and the driver or other official must

produce his certificate so that his load may be checked by it. All such what I may call surprise examinations,

together with the signature of the officer making them, are recorded on the back of the certificate. When the

stuff is delivered, the certificate is handed over with it to the consignee. He signs it on receipt. It then

becomes his authority for having the stuff on his premises, and he must keep it for the Excise officer's

"The fraud, then, consists in getting more liquor away from the works than is shown on the certificates, and I

must confess it is not easy. The commonest method, I should think, is to fill the kegs or receptacles slightly

fuller than the certificate shows. This is sometimes done simply by putting extra stuff in the ordinary kegs. It

is argued that an Excise officer cannot by his eye tell a difference of five or six per cent; that, for example,

twentysix gallons might be supplied on a twentyfive gallon certificate without anyone being much the

wiser. Variants of this method are to use slightly larger kegs, or, more subtly, to use the normal sized kegs of

which the wood at the ends has been thinned down, and which therefore when filled to the same level hold

more, while showing the same measure with a dipping rod. But all these methods are risky. On the suspicion

Willis, much interested, bent forward eagerly as the other, after a pause to relight his pipe, continued:

"Another common method is to send out liquor secretly, without a permit at all. This may be done at night, or

the stuff may go through an underground pipe, or be hidden in innocent looking articles such as suitcases or

petrol tins. The pipe is the best scheme from the operator's point of view, and one may remain undiscovered

"A third method can be used only in the case of rectifiers and it illustrates one of the differences between

rectifiers and distillers. Every permit for the removal of liquor from a distillery must be issued by the excise

surveyor of the district, whereas rectifiers can issue their own certificates. Therefore in the case of rectifiers

there is the possibility of the issuing of forged or fraudulent certificates. Of course this is not so easy as it

sounds. The certificates are supplied in books of two hundred by the Excise authorities, and the blocks must

be kept available for the supervisor's scrutiny. Any certificates can be obtained from the receivers of the spirit

and compared with the blocks. Forged permits are very risky things to work with, as all genuine ones bear the

government watermark, which is not easy to reproduce. In fact, I may say about this whole question of liquor

distribution generally, that fraud has been made so difficult that the only hope of those committing it is to

avoid arousing suspicion. Once suspicion is aroused, discovery follows almost as a matter of course."

"Yes," the other answered, "though I fancy this case will be more difficult than most. There is another point

to be taken into consideration which I have not mentioned, and that is, how the perpetrators of the frauds are

going to get their money. In the last resort it can only come in from the public over the counters of the

licensed premises which sell the smuggled spirits. But just as the smuggled liquor cannot be put through the

books of the house selling it, so the money received for it cannot be entered either. This means that someone

in authority in each licensed house must be involved. It also carries with it a SUGGESTION, though only a

SUGGESTION, the houses in question are tied houses. The director of a distillery company would have more

"Now it happens that these Ackroyd Holt people own some very large licensed houses in Hull, and it is to

"I think we must first find out how the Ferriby liquor is sent to these houses. By the way, you probably know

"Any number; large blue machines. I noticed them going and coming in the Hull direction loaded up with

"Good," he commented. "That's a beginning anyway. Our next step must be to make sure that all these lorries

Willis did not quite see how the business was to be done, but he forbore to ask questions, agreeing to fall in

These arrangements involved the departure from their hotel by taxi at six o'clock the next morning. It was not

fully light as they whirled out along the Ferriby road, but the sky was clear and all the indications pointed to a

They dismounted at the end of the lane leading to the works, and struck off across the fields, finally taking up

their position behind the same thick hedge from which Willis had previously kept watch.

They spent the whole of that day, as well as of the next two, in their hidingplace, and at the end of that time

they had a complete list of all lorries that entered or left the establishment during that period. No vehicles

other than blue lorries appeared, and Hunt expressed himself as satisfied that if the smuggled brandy was not

"We can go into those other contingencies later if necessary," he said, "but on the face of it I am inclined to

back the lorries. They supply the tied houses in Hull, which would seem the obvious places for the brandy to

go, and, besides, railway transit is too well looked after to attract the gang. I think we'll follow this lorry

"I suppose you'll compare the certificate blocks with the list I made?" Willis asked.

"Of course. That will show if all carry certificates. But I don't want to do that yet. Before alarming them I

want to examine the contents of a few of the lorries. I think we might do that tomorrow."

The next morning, therefore, the two detectives again engaged a taxi and ran out along the Ferriby road until

they met a large blue lorry loaded with barrels and bearing on its side the legend "Ackroyd Holt Ltd,

Licensed Rectifiers." When it had lumbered past on its way to the city, Hunt called to the driver and ordered

The chase led to the heart of the town, ending in a street which ran parallel to the Humber Dock. There the

"The Anchor Bar," Hunt said, in satisfied tones. "We're in luck. It's one of the largest licensed houses in

He jumped out and disappeared after the lorry, Willis following. The vehicle had stopped in a yard at the

back of the great public house, where were more barrels than the inspector ever remembered having seen

together, while the smell of various liquors hung heavy in the air. Hunt, having shown his credentials,

demanded the certificate for the consignment. This was immediately produced by the driver, scrutinized, and

found in order. Hunt then proceeded to examine the consignment itself, and Willis was lost in admiration at

the rapidity as well as the thoroughness of his inspection. He tested the nature of the various liquids,

measured their receptacles, took drippings in each cask, and otherwise satisfied himself as to the quality and

quantity. Finally he had a look over the lorry, then expressing himself satisfied, he endorsed the certificate,

and with a few civil words to the men in charge, the two detectives took their leave.

"That's all square anyway," Hunt remarked, as they reentered their taxi. "I suppose we may go and do the

They did. Three times more on that day, and four times on the next day they followed Messrs. Ackroyd Holt's

lorries, in every instance with the same result. All eight consignments were examined with the utmost care,

and all were found to be accurately described on the accompanying certificate. The certificates themselves

were obviously genuine, and everything about them, so far as Hunt could see, was in order.

"Doesn't look as if we are going to get it that way," he commented, as late that second evening they sat once

"Don't you think you have frightened them into honesty by our persistence?" Willis queried.

"No doubt," the other returned. "But that couldn't apply to the first few trips. They couldn't possibly have

foretold that we should examine those consignments yesterday, and today I expect they thought their

visitation was over. But we have worked it as far as it will go. We shall have to change our methods."

"I think tomorrow I had better go out to the works and have a look over these certificate blocks. But I wonder

if it would be well for you to come? Archer has seen you in that hotel lounge, and at all events he has your

Hunt, after showing his credentials, was received with civility at Messrs. Ackroyd Holt's. When he had

completed the usual examination of their various apparatus he asked for certain books. He took them to a

His first care was to compare the list of outward lorries which he and Willis had made with the blocks for the

same period. A short investigation convinced him that here also everything was in order. There was a

certificate for every lorry which had passed out, and not only so, but the number of the lorry, the day and

hour at which it left and the load were all correct so far as his observations had enabled him to check them. It

was clear that here also he had drawn blank, and for the fiftieth time he wondered with a sort of rueful

He was idly turning over the leaves of the blocks, gazing vacantly at the lines of writing while he pondered

his problem when his attention was attracted to a slight difference of color in the ink of an entry on one of the

blocks. The consignment was a mixed one, containing different kinds of spirituous liquors. The lowest entry

was for three twentyfive gallon kegs of French brandy. This entry was slightly paler than the remain order.

At first Hunt did not give the matter serious thought. The page had evidently been blotted while the ink was

wet, and the lower items should therefore naturally be the fainter. But as he looked more closely he saw that

this explanation would not quite meet the case. It was true that the lower two or three items above that of the

brandy grew gradually paler in proportion to their position down the sheet, and to this rule Archer's signature

at the bottom was no exception. In these Hunt could trace the gradual fading of color due to the use of

blotting paper. But he now saw that this did not apply to the brandy entry. It was the palest of all paler even

He sat staring at the sheet, whistling softly through his teeth and with his brow puckered into a frown, as he

wondered whether the obvious SUGGESTION that the brandy item had been added after the sheet had been

completed, was a sound deduction. He could think of no other explanation, but he was loath to form a definite

He turned back through the blocks to see if they contained other similar instances, and as he did so his

interest grew. Quite a number of the pages referring to mixed consignment had for their last item kegs of

French brandy. He scrutinized these entries with the utmost care. A few seemed normal enough, but others

showed indications which strengthened his suspicions. In three more the ink was undoubtedly paler than the

remainder of the sheet, in five it was darker, while in several others the handwriting appeared slightly

different more upright, more sloping, more heavily or more lightly leaned on. When Hunt had examined all

the instances he could find stretching over a period of three months, he was convinced that his deduction was

correct. The brandy items had been written at a different time from the remainder, and this could only mean

His interest at last keenly aroused, he began to make an analysis of the blocks in question in the hope of

finding some other peculiarity common to them which might indicate the direction in which the solution

And first as to the consignees. Ackroyd Holt evidently supplied a very large number of licensed houses, but

of these the names of only five appeared on the doubtful blocks. But these five were confined to houses in

"So far, so good," thought Hunt, with satisfaction. "If they're not planting their stuff in those five houses, I'm

He turned back to the blocks and once again went through them. This time he made an even more suggestive

discovery. Only one lorryman was concerned in the transport of the doubtful consignments. All the lorries

Hunt remembered the man. He had driven three of the eight lorries Hunt himself had examined, and he had

been most civil when stopped, giving the investigator all possible assistance in making his inspection. Nor

had he at any time betrayed embarrassment. And now it seemed not improbable that this same man was one

Hunt applied himself once again to a study of the blocks, and then he made a third discovery, which, though

he could not at first see its drift, struck him nevertheless as being of importance. He found that the faked

block was always one of a pair. Within a few pages either in front of or behind it was another block

containing particulars of a similar consignment, identical, in fact, except that the brandy item was missing.

Hunt was puzzled. That he was on the track of the fraud he could not but believe, but he could form no idea

as to how it was worked. If he were right so far, the blocks had been made out in facsimile in the first

instance, and later the brandy item had been added to one of each pair. Why? He could not guess.

He continued his examination, and soon another INTERESTING fact became apparent. Though

consignments left the works at all hours of the day, those referred to by the first one of each between the

hours of four and five. Further, the number of minutes past one and past four were always identical on each

pair. That showed the brandy item was nearly always the later of the two, but occasionally the stuff had gone

Hunt sat in the small office, of which he had been given undisturbed possession, pondering over his problem

and trying to marshal the facts that he had learned in such a way as to extract their inner meaning. As far as

he could follow them they seemed to show that three times each day driver Charles Fox took a lorry of

various liquors into Hull. The first trip was irregular, that is, he left at anything between seventhirty and

tenthirty a.m., and his objective extended over the entire city. The remaining two trips were regular. Of

these the first always left between one and two and the second the same number of minutes past four; both

were invariably to the same one of the five large tied houses already mentioned; the load of each was always

identical except that one generally the second had some kegs of brandy additional, and, lastly, the note of

this extra brandy appeared always to have been added to the certificate after the latter had been made out.

Hunt could make nothing of it. In the evening he described his discoveries to Willis, and the two men

That night Hunt could not sleep. He lay tossing from side to side and racking his brains to find a solution. He

felt subconsciously that it was within his reach, and yet he could not grasp it.

It was not far from dawn when a sudden idea flashed into his mind, and he lay thrilled with excitement as he

wondered if at last he held the clue to the mystery. He went over the details in his mind, and the more he

But bow was he to test it? Daylight had come before he saw his way; but at last he was satisfied, and at

They called at a photographic outfitter's, and there, after making a deposit, succeeded in hiring two largesize

Kodaks for the day. With these and a set of climbing irons they drove out along the Ferriby road, arriving at

the end of the lane to the works shortly after midday. There they dismissed their taxi.

As soon as they were alone their actions became somewhat bewildering to the uninitiated. Along one side of

the road ran a sevenfoot wall bounding the plantation of a large villa. Over this Willis, with the help of his

friend, clambered. With some loose stones he built himself a footing at the back, so that he could just look

over the top. Then having focused his camera for the middle of the road, he retired into obscurity behind his

His friend settled to his satisfaction, Hunt buckled on the climbing irons, and crossing the road, proceeded to

climb a telegraph pole which stood opposite the lane. He fixed his camera to the lower wires carefully

avoiding possible shortcircuitings and having focused it for the center of the road, pulled a pair of pliers

from his pocket and endeavored to simulate, the actions of a lineman at work. By the time these preparations

Some halfhour later a large blue lorry came in sight bearing down along the lane. Presently Hunt was able to

see that the driver was Fox. He made a prearranged sign to his accomplice behind the wall, and the latter,

camera in hand, stood up and peeped over. As the big vehicle swung slowly round into the main road both

men from their respective positions photographed it. Hunt, indeed, rapidly changing the film, took a second

When it was out of sight, Hunt descended and with some difficulty climbed the wall to his colleague. There

in the shade of the thick belt of trees both men lay down and smoked peacefully until nearly four o'clock.

Then once more they took up their respective positions, watched until about half an hour later the lorry again

passed out and photographed it precisely as before. That done, they walked to Hassle station, and took the

By dint of baksheesh they persuaded the photographer to develop their films there and then, and that same

As it happened they turned out exceedingly good photographs. Their definition was excellent, and each view

included the whole of the lorry. The friends found, as Hunt had hoped and intended, that owing to the height

from which the views had been taken, each several keg of the load showed out distinctly. They counted them.

"You see?" cried Hunt triumphantly. "The same amount of stuff went out on each load! We shall have them

Next day Hunt returned to Ferriby works ostensibly to continue his routine inspection. But in three minutes

he had seen what he wanted. Taking the certificate book, he looked up the blocks of the two consignments

they had photographed, and he could have laughed aloud in his exultation as he saw that what he had

suspected was indeed the fact. The two certificates were identical except that to the second an item of four

kegs of French brandy had been added! Hunt counted the barrels. The first certificate showed thirteen and the

"Four kegs of brandy smuggled out under our noses yesterday," he thought delightedly. "By Jove! but it's a

He made an excuse for leaving the works, and returning to Hull, called at the licensed house to which the

previous afternoon's consignment had been dispatched. There he asked to see the certificates of the two trips.

On seeing his credentials these were handed up without demur, and he withdrew with them to his hotel.

"Come," he cried to Willis, who was reading in the lounge, "and see the final act in the drama."

They retired to their private room, and there Hunt spread the two certificates on the table. Both men stared at

"I was right," he cried delightedly. "Look here! Why I can see it with the naked eye!"

The two certificates were an accurate copy of their blocks. They were dated correctly, both bore Fox's name

as driver, and both showed consignments of liquor, identical except for the additional four kegs of brandy on

the second. There was, furthermore, no sign that this had been added after the remainder. The slight

lightening in the color towards the bottom of the sheet, due to the use of blotting paper, was so progressive as

The first certificate was timed 1.15 p.m., the second 4.15 p.m., and it was to the 4 of this second hour that

Hunt's eager finger pointed. As Willis examined it he saw that the lower strokes were fainter than the

remainder. Further, the beginning of the horizontal stroke did not quite join the first vertical stroke.

"You see?" Hunt cried excitedly. "That figure is a forgery. It was originally a 1, and the two lower strokes

"I'm not so sure of that," he returned cautiously. "I don't see light all the way through. Just go over it again,

"Why to me it's as clear as daylight," the other asserted impatiently. "See here. Archer decides, let us

suppose, that he will send out four kegs, or one hundred gallons, of the smuggled brandy to the Anchor Bar.

What does he do? He fills out certificates for two consignments each of which contains an identical

assortment of various liquors. The brandy he shows on one certificate only. The blocks are true copies of the

certificates except that the brandy is not entered on either. The two blocks he times for a quarter past one and

past four respectively, but both certificates he times for a quarter past one. He hands the two certificates to

Fox. Then he sends out on the one o'clock lorry the amount of brandy shown on one of the certificates."

Hunt paused and looked interrogatively at his friend, then, the latter not replying, he resumed:

"You follow now the position of affairs? In the office is Archer with his blocks, correctly filled out as to time

but neither showing the brandy. On the one o'clock lorry is Fox, with one hundred gallons of brandy among

his load. In his pocket are the two certificates, both timed for one o'clock, one showing the brandy and the

"Now suppose," the latter went on, "that the one o'clock lorry gets through to its destination unchallenged,

and the stuff is unloaded. The manager arranges that the four kegs of brandy will disappear. He takes over the

certificate which does not show brandy, signs it, and the transaction is complete. Everything is in order, and

"On the other hand, suppose the one o'clock trip is held up by an exciseman. This time Fox produces the

other certificate, the one which shows the brandy. Once again everything is in order, and the Excise officer

satisfied. It is true that on this occasion Fox has been unable to smuggle out his brandy, and on that which he

carries duty must be paid, but this rare contingency will not matter to him as long as his method of fraud

"I think so. Let us now consider the four o'clock trip. Fox arrives back at the works with one of the two

certificates still in his pocket, and the make up of his four o'clock load depends on which it is. He attempts no

more smuggling that day. If his remaining certificate shows brandy he carries brandy, if not, he leaves it

behind. In either case his certificate is in order if an Excise officer holds him up. That is, when he has at

tended to one little point. He has to add two strokes to the 1 of the hour to make it into a 4. The ease of doing

"Clear, indeed, except for the one point of how the brandy item is added to the correct block."

"Obviously Archer does that as soon as he learns how the first trip has got on. If the brandy was smuggled out

on the first trip, it means that Fox is holding the brandybearing certificate for the second, and Archer enters

brandy on his second block. If, on the contrary, Fox has had his first load examined, Archer will make his

"The scheme," Willis declared, "really means this. If Archer wants to smuggle out one hundred gallons of

brandy, he has to send out another hundred legitimately on the same day? If he can manage to send out two

hundred altogether then one hundred will be duty clear, but in any case he must pay on one hundred?"

"It's a great scheme. The only weak point that I can see is that an Excise officer who has held up one of the

trips might visit the works and look at the certificate block before Archer gets it altered."

"I thought of that," he said, "and it can be met quite easily. I bet the manager telephones Archer on receipt of

the stuff. I am going into that now. I shall have a note kept at the Central of conversations to Ferriby. If

Archer doesn't get a message by a certain time, I bet he assumes the plan has miscarried for that day and fills

During the next two days Hunt was able to establish the truth of his surmise. At the same time Willis decided

that his cooperation in the work at Hull was no longer needed. For Hunt there was still plenty to be done. He

had to get direct evidence against each severally of the managers of the five tied houses in question, as well

as to ascertain how and to whom they were passing on the "stuff," for that they were receiving more brandy

than could be sold over their own counters was unquestionable. But he agreed with Willis that these five men

were more than likely in ignorance of the main conspiracy, each having only a private understanding with

Archer. But whether or not this was so, Willis did not believe he could get any evidence that they were

The French end of the affair, he thought, the supply of the brandy in the first instance, was more promising

from this point of view, and the next morning he took an early train to London as a preliminary to starting

Two days later Inspector Willis sat once again in the office of M. Max, the head of the French Excise

Department in Paris. The Frenchman greeted him politely, but without enthusiasm.

"Ah, monsieur," he said, "you have not received my letter? No? I wrote to your department yesterday."

"It hadn't come, sir, when I left," Willis returned. "But perhaps if it is something I should know, you could

"But certainly, monsieur. It is easily done. A thousand regrets, but I fear my department will not be of much

"I fear not. But I shall explain," M. Max gesticulated as he talked. "After your last visit here I send two of my

men to Bordeaux. They make examination, but at first they see nothing suspicious. When the Girondin comes

in they determine to test your idea of the brandy loading. They go in a boat to the wharf at night. They pull in

between the rows of piles. They find the spaces between the tree trunks which you have described. They

know there must be a cellar behind. They hide close by; they see the porthole lighted up; they watch the pipe

go in, all exactly as you have said. There can be no doubt brandy is secretly loaded at the Lesque."

"Ah, but it was good to think of. I wish to congratulate you on finding it out." M. Max made a little bow. "But

to continue. My men wonder how the brandy reaches the sawmill. Soon they think that the lorries must bring

it. They think so for two reasons. First, they can find no other way. The lorries are the only vehicles which

approach; nothing goes by water; there cannot be a tunnel, because there is no place for the other end. There

remains only the lorries. Second, they think it is the lorries because the drivers change the numbers. It is

"Good. My men then watch the lorries. They get help from the police at Bordeaux. They find the firewood

trade is a nothing." M. Max shrugged his shoulders. "There are five firms to which the lorries go, and of the

five, four " His gesture indicated a despair too deep for words. "To serve them, it is but a blind; so my men

think. But the fifth firm, it is that of Raymond Fils, one of the biggest distilleries of Bordeaux. That Raymond

Fils are sending out the brandy suggests itself to my men. At last the affair marches."

"My men visit Raymond Fils. They search into everything. They find the law is not broken. All is in order.

"But, sir, if these people are smuggling brandy into England " Willis was beginning when the other

"But yes, monsieur, I grasp your point. I speak of French law; it is different from yours. Here duty is not

charged on just so much spirit as is distilled. We grant the distiller a license, and it allows him to distill any

quantity up to the figure the license bears. But, monsieur, Raymond Fils are how do you say it? well

"My dear monsieur, what would you? I have done my best for you. I make inquiries. The matter is not for

"Nothing, sir, except to accept on my own part and that of my department our hearty thanks for what you

have done. I can assure you, sir, I quite understand your position, and I greatly appreciate your kindness."

M. Max also had risen. He politely repeated his regrets, and with mutual compliments the two men parted.

Willis had once spent a holiday in Paris, and he was slightly acquainted with the city. He strolled on through

the busy streets, brilliant in the pa1e autumn sunlight, until he reached the Grands Boulevards. There entering

a caf�, he sat down, called for a bock, and settled himself to consider his next step.

The position created by M. Max's action was disconcerting. Willis felt himself stranded, literally a stranger in

a strange land, sent to carry out an investigation among a people whose language he could not even speak! He

saw at once that his task was impossible. He must have local help or he could proceed no further.

He thought of his own department. The Excise had failed him. What about the Surete?

But a very little thought convinced him that he was even less likely to obtain help from this quarter. He could

only base an appeal on the possibility of a future charge of conspiracy to murder, and he realized that the

What was to be done? So far as he could see, but one thing. He must employ a private detective. This plan

He went to a call office and got his chief at the Yard on the long distance wire. The latter approved his

SUGGESTION, and recommended M. Jules Laroche of the Rue du Sommerard near the Sorbonne. Half an

M. Laroche proved to be a tall, unobtrusivelooking man of some fiveandforty, who had lived in London

for some years and spoke as good English as Willis himself. He listened quietly and without much apparent

interest to what his visitor had to tell him, then said he would be glad to take on the job.

"We had better go to Bordeaux this evening, so as to start fresh tomorrow," Willis suggested.

"Two o'clock at the d'Orsay station," the other returned. "We have just time. We can settle our plans in the

They reached the St Jean station at Bordeaux at 10.35 that night, and drove to the Hotel d'Espagne. They had

decided that they could do nothing until the following evening, when they would go out to the clearing and

Next morning Laroche vanished, saying he had friends in the town whom he wished to look up, and it was

"I have got some information that may help," he said, as Willis greeted him. "Though I'm not connected with

the official force, we are very good friends and have worked into each other's hands. I happen to know one of

the officers of the local police, and he got me the information. It seems that a M. Pierre Raymond is

practically the owner of Raymond Fils, the distillers you mentioned. He is a man of about thirty, and the son

of one of the original brothers. He was at one time comfortably off, and lived in a pleasant villa in the

suburbs. But latterly he has been going the pace, and within the last two years he let his villa and bought a

tiny house next door to the distillery, where he is now living. It is believed his money went at Monte Carlo,

indeed it seems he is a wrong 'un all round. At all events he is known to be hard up now."

"That's what I think," Laroche admitted. "You see, there is the motive for it as well. He wouldn't join the

syndicate unless he was in difficulties. I fancy M. Pierre Raymond will be an INTERESTING study."

Willis nodded. The SUGGESTION was worth investigation, and he congratulated himself on getting hold of

The Frenchman during the day had hired a motor bicycle and sidecar, and as dusk began to fall the two men

left their hotel and ran out along the Bayonne road until they reached the Lesque. There they hid their vehicle

It was pitch dark among the trees, and they had some difficulty in keeping the track until they reached the

clearing. There a quarter moon rendered objects dimly visible, and Willis at once recognized his surroundings

"You see, somebody is in the manager's house," he whispered, pointing to a light which gleamed in the

window. "If Henri has taken over Coburn's job he may go down to the mill as Coburn did. Hadn't we better

The Frenchman agreeing, they moved round the fringe of trees at the edge of the clearing, just as Merriman

had done on a similar occasion some seven weeks earlier, and as they crouched in the shelter of a clump of

bushes in front of the house, they might have been interested to know that it was from these same shrubs that

that disconsolate sentimentalist had lain dreaming of his lady love, and from which he had witnessed her

It was a good deal colder tonight than on that earlier occasion when watch was kept on the lonely house. The

two men shivered as they drew their collars higher round their necks, and crouched down to get shelter from

the bitter wind. They had resigned themselves to a weary vigil, during which they dared not even smoke.

But they had not to wait so long after all. About ten the light went out in the window and not five minutes

later they saw a man appear at the side door and walk towards the mill. They could not see his features,

though Willis assumed he was Henri. Twenty minutes later they watched him return, and then all once more

"We had better give him an hour to get to bed," Willis whispered. "If he were to look out it wouldn't do for

Keeping as much as possible in the shelter of the bushes, they approached the mill. Willis had got a

sketchplan of the building from Merriman, and he moved round to the office door. His bent wire proved as

efficacious with French locks as with English, and in a few moments they stood within, with the door shut

"Now," said Willis, carefully shading the beam of his electric torch, "let's see those lorries first of all."

As has already been stated, the garage was next to the office, and passing through the communicating door,

the two men found five of the ponderous vehicles therein. A moment's examination of the number plates

showed that on all the machines the figures were separate from the remainder of the lettering, being carried

on small brass plates which dropped vertically into place through slots in the main castings. But the joint at

each side of the number was not conspicuous because similar vertical lines were cut into the brass between

Of the five lorries, two were loaded with firewood and three empty. The men moved round examining them

The inspector crossed over to the other, who was pointing to the granolithic floor in front of him. One of the

empty lorries was close to the office wall, and the Frenchman stood between the two. On the floor were three

"Good man," he said, with a trace of excitement in his manner. "It's brandy right enough."

"Yes," returned the other. "Security has made our nocturnal friend careless. The stuff must have come from

They turned to the vehicle and examined it eagerly. For some time they could see nothing remarkable, but

presently it gave up its secret The deck was double! Beneath it was a hollow space some six feet by nine

long, and not less than three inches deep. And not only so. This hollow space was continued up under the

unusually large and wide driver's seat, save for a tiny receptacle for petrol. In a word the whole top of the

The men began measuring and calculating, and they soon found that no less than one hundred and fifty

"One hundred and fifty gallons of brandy per trip!" Willis ejaculated. "Lord! It's no wonder they make it

They next tackled the problem of how the tank was filled and emptied, and at last their perseverance was

rewarded. Behind the left trailing wheel, under the framing, was a small hinged door about six inches square

and fastened by a spring operated by a mock rivet head. This being opened, revealed a cavity containing a

pipe connected to the tank and fitted with a stopcock and the half of a union coupling.

"The pipe which connects with that can't be far away," Laroche suggested. "We might have a look round for

The obvious place was the wall of the office, which ran not more than three feet from the vehicle. It was

finished with vertical tongued and Vjointed sheeting, and a comparatively short search revealed the loose

board the detectives were by this time expecting. Behind it was concealed a pipe, jointed concertinawise,

and ending in the other half of the union coupling. It was evident the joints would allow the half coupling to

be pulled out and connected with that on the lorry. The pipe ran down through the floor, showing that the

"A good safe scheme," Laroche commented. "If I had seen that lorry a hundred times I should never have

They turned to examine the other vehicles. All four were identical in appearance with the first, but all were

"Merriman said they had six lorries," Willis remarked. "I wonder where the sixth is."

"At the distillery, don't you think?" the Frenchman returned. "Those drops prove that manager fellow has just

been unloading this one. I expect he does it every night. But if so, Raymond must load a vehicle every night

"That's true. We may assume the job is done every night, because Merriman watched Coburn come down

"Doubtless; and he probably came at two in the morning on account of his daughter."

"That means there are two tank lorries," Willis went on, continuing his own line of thought. "I say, Laroche,

They made tiny scratches on the paint at each corner of the big vehicle, then Willis turned back to the office.

"I'd like to find that cellar while we're here," he remarked. "We know there is a cellar, for those Customs men

Then ensued a search similar to that which Willis had carried out in the depot at Ferriby, except that in this

case they found what they were looking for in a much shorter time. In the office was a flat rolltopped desk,

with the usual set of drawers at each side of the central knee well, and when Willis found it was clamped to

the floor he felt he need go no further. On the ground in the knee well, and projecting out towards the

revolving chair in front, was a mat. Willis raised it, and at once observed a joint across the boards where in

ordinary circumstances no joint should be. He fumbled and pressed and pulled, and in a couple of minutes he

had the satisfaction of seeing the floor under the well rise and reveal the head of a ladder leading down into

"Here we are," he called softly to Laroche, who was searching at the other side of the room.

The cellar into which the two detectives descended was lined with timber like that at Ferriby. Indeed the two

were identical, except that only one passage that under the wharf led out of this one. It contained a similar

large tun with a pipe leading down the passage under the wharf, on which was a pump. The only difference

was in the connection of the pipes. At Ferriby the pump conveyed from the wharf to the tun, here it was from

the tun to the wharf. The pipe from the garage came down through the ceiling and ran direct into the tun.

The two men walked down the passage towards the river. Here also the arrangement was the same as at

Ferriby, and they remained only long enough for Willis to point out to the Frenchman how the loading

"Well," said the former, as they returned to the office, "that's not so bad for one day. I suppose it's all we can

do here. If we can learn as much at that distillery we shall soon have all we want."

"Sit down a moment," he invited. "I have been thinking over that plan we discussed in the train, of searching

the distillery at night, and I don't like it. There are too many people about, and we are nearly certain to be

"Quite," Willis answered rather testily. "I don't like it either, but what can we do?"

"I'll tell you what I should do." Laroche leaned forward and checked his points on his fingers. "That lorry had

just been unloaded. It's empty now, and if our theory is correct it will be taken to the distillery tomorrow and

"Now, it is clear that no one can fill up that tank without leaving fingerprints on the pipe connections in that

secret box. Suppose we clean those surfaces now, and suppose we come back here the night after tomorrow,

before the man here unloads, we could get the prints of the person who filled up in the distillery."

"This way. Tomorrow you will be an English distiller with a forest you could get cheap near your works. You

have an idea of running your stills on wood fires. You naturally call to see how M. Raymond does it, and you

get shown over his works. You have prepared a plan of your proposals. You hand it to him when he can't put

it down on a desk. He holds it between his fingers and thumb, and eventually returns it to you. You go home

Willis was impressed. The plan was simple, and it promised to gain for them all the information they required

without recourse to a hazardous nocturnal visit to the distillery. But he wished he had thought of it himself.

"We might try it," he admitted, without enthusiasm. "It couldn't do much harm anyway."

They returned to the garage, opened the secret lid beneath the lorry, and with a cloth moistened with petrol

cleaned the fittings. Then after a look round to make sure that nothing had been disturbed, they let themselves

out of the shed, regained the lane and their machine, and some forty minutes later were in Bordeaux.

On reconsideration they decided that as Raymond might have obtained Willis's description from Captain

Beamish, it would be wiser for Laroche to visit the distillery. Next morning, therefore, the latter bought a

small writing block, and taking an inside leaf, which he carefully avoided touching with his hands, he drew a

crosssection of a woodburning firebox copied from an illustration in a book of reference in the city

library, at the same time reading up the subject so as to be able to talk on it without giving himself away.

"Got that all right," he exclaimed, as he rejoined the inspector. "I went and saw the fellow; said I was going to

start a distillery in the Ardennes where there was plenty of wood, and wanted to see his plant. He was very

civil, and took me round and showed me everything. There is a shed there above the still furnaces with

hoppers for the firewood to go down, and in it was standing the lorry the lorry, I saw our marks on the

corner. It was loaded with firewood, and he explained that it would be emptied last thing before the dayshift

left, so as to do the stills during the night. Well, I got a general look round the concern, and I found that the

large tuns which contain the finished brandy were just at the back of the wall of the shed where the lorry was

standing. So it is easy to see what happens. Evidently there is a pipe through the wall, and Raymond comes

Locking the door of their private room, Laroche took from his pocket the sketch he had made.

"He held this up quite satisfactorily," he went on, "and there should be good prints."

Willis had meanwhile spread a newspaper on the table and taken from his suitcase a small bottle of powdered

lampblack and a camel'shair brush. Laying the sketch on the newspaper he gently brushed some of the

black powder over it, blowing off the surplus. To the satisfaction of both men, there showed up near the left

Willis turned the paper and repeated the operation on the back. There he got prints of a left fore and second

"Excellent, clear prints, those," Willis commented, continuing: "And now I have something to tell you. While

you were away I have been thinking over this thing, and I believe I've got an idea."

"There are two brandycarrying lorries. Every night one of these lies at the distillery and the other at the

clearing; one is being loaded and the other unloaded; and every day the two change places. Now we may take

it that neither of those lorries is sent to any other place in the town, lest the brandy tanks might be discovered.

For the same reason, they probably only make the one run mentioned per day. Is that right so far?"

"Very well. Let us suppose these two lorries are Nos. 1 and 2. No. 1 goes to the distillery say every Monday,

Wednesday and Friday, and returns on the other three days, while No. 2 does vice versa, one trip each day

remember. And this goes on day after day, week after week, month after month. Now is it too much to

assume that sooner or later someone is bound to notice this some worker at the clearing or the distillery,

some policeman on his beat, some clerk at a window overlooking the route? And if anyone notices it will he

not wonder why it always happens that these two lorries go to this one place and to no other, while the

syndicate has six lorries altogether trading into the town? And if this observer should mention his discovery

to someone who could put two and two together, suspicion might be aroused, investigation undertaken, and

"The changing of the numbers," Willis repeated. "At least, it looks like that to me. No. 1 does the Monday

run to the distillery. They change the number plate, and No. 4 does it on Wednesday, while No. 1 runs to

some other establishment, where it can be freely examined by anyone who is interested. How does it strike

"You have got it. You have certainly got it." Laroche was more enthusiastic than the inspector had before

seen him. "It's what you call a cute scheme, quite on par with the rest of the business. They didn't leave much

"You can't," said the Frenchman sententiously, "make anything completely watertight."

The next night they went out to the clearing, and as soon as it was dark once more entered the shed. There

with more powder white this timethey tested the tank lorry for fingermarks. As they had hoped, there

were several on the secret fittings, among others a clear print of a left thumb on the rivet head of the spring.

A moment's examination only was necessary. The prints were those of M. Pierre Raymond.

Once again Inspector Willis felt that he ought to have completed his case, and once again second thoughts

showed him that he was as far away from that desired end as ever. He had been trying to find accomplices in

the murder of Coburn, and by a curious perversity, instead of finding them he had bit by bit solved the

mystery of the PitProp Syndicate. He had shown, firstly, that they were smuggling brandy, and, secondly,

how they were doing it. For that he would no doubt get a reward, but such was not his aim. What he wanted

was to complete his own case and get the approval of his own superiors and bring promotion nearer. And in

For hours he pondered over the problem, then suddenly an idea which seemed promising flashed into his

mind. He thought it over with the utmost care, and finally decided that in the absence of something better he

In the morning the two men travelled to Paris, and Willis, there taking leave of his colleague, crossed to

Though Inspector Willis had spent so much time out of London in his following up of the case, he had by no

means lost sight of Madeleine Coburn and Merriman. The girl, he knew, was still staying with her aunt at

EASTBOURNE, and the local police authorities, from whom he got his information, believed that her youth

and health were reasserting themselves, and that she was rapidly recovering from the shock of her father's

tragic death. Merriman haunted the town. He practically lived at the George, going up and down daily to his

office, and spending as many of his evenings and his Sundays at Mrs. Luttrell's as he dared.

But though the young man had worn himself almost to a shadow by his efforts, he felt that the realization of

his hopes was as far off as ever. Madeleine had told him that she would not marry him until the mystery of

her father's murder was cleared up and the guilty parties brought to justice, and he was becoming more and

more afraid that she would keep her word. In vain he implored her to consider the living rather than the dead,

But though she listened to his entreaties and was always kind and gentle, she remained inflexible in her

resolve. Merriman felt that his only plan, failing the discovery of Mr. Coburn's assassin, was unobtrusively to

keep as much as possible in her company, in the hope that she would grow accustomed to his presences and

Under these circumstances his anxiety as to the progress of the case was very great, and on several occasions

he had written to Willis asking him how his inquiry was going on. But the inspector had not been

It was therefore with feelings of pleasurable anticipation that he received a telephone call from Willis at

"I have just returned from Bordeaux," the inspector said, "and I am anxious to have a chat with Miss Coburn

on some points that have arisen. I should be glad of your presence also, if possible. Can you arrange an

"Not necessarily; I will go to EASTBOURNE if more convenient. But our meeting must be kept strictly

"Better go to EASTBOURNE then," he advised. "Come down with me tonight by the 5.20 from Victoria."

"No," Willis answered, "we mustn't be seen together. I shall meet you at the corner of the Grand Parade and

This being agreed on, both men began to make their arrangements. In Merriman's case these consisted in

throwing up his work at the office and taking the first train to EASTBOURNE. At five o'clock he was asking

"Dear Madeleine," he said, when he had told her his news, "you must not begin to expect things. It may mean

But soon he had made her as much excited as he was himself. He stayed for dinner, leaving shortly before

nine to keep his appointment with Willis. Both men were to return to the house, when Madeleine would see

Inspector Willis did not travel by Merriman's train. Instead he caught the 5.35 to Brighton, dined there, and

then slipping out of the hotel, motored over to EASTBOURNE. Dismissing his vehicle at the Grand Hotel, he

walked down the Parade and found Merriman at the rendezvous. In ten minutes they were in Mrs. Luttrell's

"I am sorry, Miss Coburn," Willis began politely, "to intrude on you in this way, but the fact is, I want your

help and indirectly the help of Mr. Merriman. But it is only fair, I think, to tell you first what has transpired

since we last met. I must warn you, however, that I can only do so in the strictest confidence. No whisper of

"I didn't require that assurance," Willis went on. "It is sufficient that you understand the gravity of the

situation. Well, after the inquest I set to work," and he briefly related the story of his investigations in London

and in Hull, his discoveries at Ferriby, his proof that Archer was the actual murderer, the details of the

smuggling organization and, finally, his suspicion that the other members of the syndicate were privy to Mr.

His two listeners heard him with eager attention, in which interest in his story was mingled with admiration

"So Hilliard was right about the brandy after all!" Merriman exclaimed. He deserves some credit for that. I

think he believed in it all the time, in spite of our conclusion that we had proved it impossible. By Jove! How

"Don't be disappointed about your part in it, sir," he advised. "I consider that you and Mr. Hilliard did

uncommonly well. I may tell you that I thought so much of your work that I checked nothing of what you had

"Jolly good of you to say so, I'm sure, inspector," he said; "but I'm afraid most of the credit for that goes to

"It was your joint work I was speaking of," Willis insisted. "But now to get on to business. As I said, my

difficulty is that I suspect the members of the syndicate of complicity in Mr. Coburn's death, but I can't prove

it. I have thought out a plan which may or may not produce this proof. It is in this that I want your help."

"Of course you can," Madeleine returned. "You know very well that in such a cause Mr. Merriman and I

"I believe it, and I am going to put you to the test. I'll tell you my idea. It has occurred to me that these people

might be made to give themselves away. Suppose they had one of their private meetings to discuss the affairs

of the syndicate, and that, unknown to them, witnesses could be present to overhear what was said. Would

there not at least be a sporting chance that they would incriminate themselves?"

"Yes!" said Merriman, much interested. "Likely enough. But I don't see how you could arrange that."

"I think it might be managed," he answered. "If a meeting were to take place we could easily learn where it

was to be held and hear what went on. But the first point is the difficulty the question of the holding of the

meeting. In the ordinary course there might be none for months. Therefore we must take steps to have one

"Something must happen of such importance to the welfare of the syndicate that the leaders will decide that a

full conference of the members is necessary. So far as I can see, you alone can cause that something to

happen. I will tell you how. But I must warn you that I fear it will rake up painful memories.

"Thank you," said Willis, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket. "I have here the draft of a letter which I

want you to write to Captain Beamish. You can phrase it as you like; in fact I want it in your own words.

"DEAR CAPTAIN BEAMISH, In going over some papers belonging to my late father, I learn to my

surprise that he was not a salaried official of your syndicate, but a partner. It seems to me, therefore, that as

his heir I am entitled to his share of the capital of the concern, or at all events to the interest on it. I have to

express my astonishment that no recognition of this fact has as yet been made by the syndicate.

"I may say that I have also come on some notes relative to the business of the syndicate, which have filled me

with anxiety and dismay, but which I do not care to refer to in detail in writing.

"I think I should like an interview with you to hear your explanation of these two matters, and to discuss what

action is to be taken with regard to them. You could perhaps find it convenient to call on me here, or I could

"Oh," she cried, "but how could I do that? I didn't find any notes, you know, and besides it would be so

"There's something more important than that," Merriman burst in indignantly. "Do you realize, Mr. Inspector,

that if Miss Coburn were to send that letter she would put herself in very real danger?"

"Not at all," Willis answered quietly. "You have not heard my whole scheme. My idea is that when Beamish

gets that letter he will lay it before Archer, and they will decide that they must find out what Miss Coburn

knows, and get her quieted about the money. They will say: 'We didn't think she was that kind, but it's evident

she is out for what she can get. Let's pay her a thousand or two a year as interest on her father's alleged share

it will be a drop in the bucket to us, but it will seem a big thing to her and that will give us a hold on her

keeping silence, if she really does know anything.' Then Beamish will ask Miss Coburn to meet him,

probably in London. She will do so, not alone, but with some near friend, perhaps yourself, Mr. Merriman,

seeing you were at the clearing and know something of the circumstances. You will be armed, and in addition

I shall have a couple of men from the Yard within call say, disguised as waiters, if a restaurant is chosen for

the meeting. You, Miss Coburn, will come out in a new light at that meeting. You will put up a bluff. You

will tell Captain Beamish you know he is smuggling brandy, and that the money he offers won't meet the case

at all. You must have 25,000 pounds down paid as the value of your father's share in the concern, and in such

a way as will raise no suspicion that you knew what was in progress. The interview we can go into in detail

later, but it must be so arranged that Beamish will see Mr. Merriman's hand in the whole thing. On the 25,000

pounds being paid the incriminating notes will be handed over. You will explain that as a precautionary

measure you have sent them in a sealed envelope to your solicitor, together with a statement of the whole

case, with instructions to open the same that afternoon if not reclaimed before that by yourself in person.

Now with regard to your objection, Miss Coburn. I quite realize what an exceedingly nasty job this will be for

you. In ordinary circumstances I should not suggest it. But the people against whom I ask you to act did not

hesitate to lure your father into the cab in which they intended to shoot him. They did this by a show of

friendliness, and by playing on the trust he reposed in them, and they did it deliberately and in cold blood.

You need not hesitate from nice feeling to act as I suggest in order to get justice for your father's memory."

"I know you are right, and if there is no other way I shall not hesitate," she said, but there was a piteous look

in her eyes. "And you will help me, Seymour?" She looked appealingly at her companion.

Merriman demurred on the ground that, even after taking all Willis's precautions, the girl would still be in

danger, but she would not consider that aspect of the question at all, and at last he was overborne. Madeleine

with her companion's help then rewrote the letter in her own phraseology, and addressed it to Captain

Beamish, c/o Messrs. The Landes PitProp Syndicate, Ferriby, Hull. Having arranged that he would receive

immediate telephonic information of a reply, Willis left the house and was driven back to Brighton. Next

The Girondin, he reckoned, would reach Ferriby on the following Friday, and on the Thursday he returned to

Hull. He did not want to be seen with Hunt, as he expected the latter's business would by this time be too well

known. He therefore went to a different hotel, ringing up the Excise man and arranging a meeting for that

Hunt turned up about nine, and the two men retired to Willis's bedroom, where the inspector described his

"I've got all I want at last," he said. "You remember we both realized that those five houses were getting in

vastly more brandy than they could possibly sell? Well, I've found out how they are getting rid of the

"They are selling it round to other houses. They have three men doing nothing else. They go in and buy

anything from a bottle up to three or four kegs, and there is always a good reason for the purchase. Usually it

is that they represent a publican whose stock is just out, and who wants a quantity to keep him going. But the

point is that all the purchases are perfectly in order. They are openly made and the full price is paid. But,

following it up, I discovered that there is afterwards a secret rebate. A small percentage of the price is

"Yes, but they're not going to. All the same my discoveries won't help you. I'm satisfied that none of these

Early on the following morning Willis was once more at work. Dawn had not completely come when he

motored from the city to the end of the Ferriby lane. Ten minutes after leaving his car he was in the ruined

cottage. There he unearthed his telephone from the box in which he had hidden it, and took up his old

He had a longer vigil than on previous occasions, and it was not until nearly four that he saw Archer lock the

door of his office and move towards the filingroom. Almost immediately came Benson's voice calling: "Are

They conversed as before for a few minutes. The Girondin, it appeared, had arrived some hours previously

with a cargo of "1375." It was clear that the members of the syndicate had agreed never to mention the word

"gallons." It was, Willis presumed, a likely enough precaution against eavesdroppers, and he thought how

much sooner both Hilliard and himself would have guessed the real nature of the conspiracy, had it not been

Presently they came to the subject about which Willis was expecting to hear. Beamish, the manager

'That you, Archer?" came in what Willis believed he recognized as the captain's voice. "I've had rather a nasty

jar, a letter from Madeleine Coburn. Wants Coburn's share in the affair, and hints at knowledge of what we're

really up to. Reads as if she was put up to it by someone, probably that Merriman. Hold on a minute and I'll

Archer's reply was short but lurid, and Willis, not withstanding the seriousness of the matter, could not help

"Now, when we got in; but Benson tells me the letter has been waiting for me for three days."

"In my opinion, we needn't be unduly alarmed. Of course she may know something, but I fancy it's what you

say; that Merriman is getting her to put up a bluff. But it'll take thinking over. I have an appointment

presently, and in any case we couldn't discuss it adequately over the telephone. We must meet. Could you

"It's not wise, but I think we must risk it. You're not known here. But come alone; Benson shouldn't attempt

"What about nine? I often work in the evenings, and I'm never disturbed. Come round to my study window

and I shall be there. Tap lightly. The window is on the righthand side of the house as you come up the drive,

the fourth from the corner. You can slip round to it in the shadow of the bushes, and keep on the grass the

The switch of the telephone clicked, and presently Willis saw Archer reappear in his office.

The inspector was disappointed. He had hoped that the conspirators would have completed their plans over

the telephone, and that he would have had nothing to do but listen to what they arranged. Now he saw that if

he were to gain the information he required, it would mean a vast deal more trouble, and perhaps danger as

He felt that at all costs he must be present at the interview in Archer's study, but the more he thought about it,

the more difficult the accomplishment of this seemed. He was ignorant of the plan of the house, or what

hidingplaces, if any, there might be in the study, nor could he think of any scheme by which he could gain

admittance. Further, there was but little time in which to make inquiries or arrangements, as he could not

leave his present retreat until dark, or say six o'clock. He saw the problem would be one of the most difficult

But the need for solving it was paramount, and when darkness had set in he let himself out of the cottage and

walked the mile or more to Archer's residence. It was a big square block of a house, approached by a short

winding drive, on each side of which was a border of rhododendrons. The porch was in front, and the group

of windows to the left of it were lighted up the diningroom, Willis imagined. He followed the directions

given to Beamish and moved round to the right, keeping well in the shadow of the shrubs. The third and

fourth windows from the corner on the right side were also lighted up, and the inspector crept silently up and

peeped over the sill. The blinds were drawn down, but that on the third window was not quite pulled to the

It was empty, but evidently only for the time being, as a cheerful fire burned in the grate. Furnished as a

study, everything bore the impress of wealth and culture. By looking from each end of the slot in turn, nearly

all the floor area and more than half of the walls became visible, and a glance showed the inspector that

nowhere in his purview was there anything behind which he might conceal himself, supposing he could

But could he obtain admission? He examined the sashes. They were of steel, hinged and opening inwards in

the French manner, and were fastened by a handle which could not be turned from without. Had they been the

ordinary English sashes fastened with snibs he would have had the window open in a few seconds, but with

He moved round the house examining the other windows. All were fitted with the same type of sash, and all

were fastened. The front door also was shut, and though he might have been able to open it with his bent

wire, he felt that to adventure himself into the hall without any idea of the interior would be too dangerous.

Here, as always, he was hampered by the fact that discovery would mean the ruin of his case.

Having completed the circuit of the building, he looked once more through the study window. At once he saw

Various expedients to obtain admission to the house passed through his brain, all to be rejected as

impracticable. Unless some unexpected incident occurred of which he could take advantage, he began to fear

As by this time it was half past eight, he withdrew from the window and took up his position behind a

neighboring shrub. He did not wish to be seen by Beamish, should the latter come early to the rendezvous.

He had, however, to wait for more than half an hour before a dark form became vaguely visible in the faint

light which shone through the study blinds. It approached the window, and a tap sounded on the glass. In a

moment the blind went up, the sash opened, the figure passed through, the sash closed softly, and the blind

The slot under the blind still remained, the other window having been opened. Willis first examined the

fastening of the latter in the hope of opening the sash enough to hear what was said, but to his disappointment

he found it tightly closed. He had therefore to be content with observation through the slot.

He watched the two men sit down at either side of the fire, and light cigars. Then Beamish handed the other a

paper, presumably Madeleine's letter. Archer having read it twice, a discussion began. At first Archer seemed

to be making some statement, to judge by the other's rapt attention and the gestures of excitement or concern

He watched for nearly two hours, getting gradually more and more cramped from his stooping position, and

chilled by the sharp autumn air. During all that time the men talked. earnestly, then, shortly after eleven, they

The window opened softly and Beamish stepped out to the grass, the light shining on his strong, rather

lowering face. Archer leaned out of the window after him, and Willis heard him say in low tones, "Then

you'll speak up at eleven?" to which the other nodded and silently withdrew. The window closed, the blind

Willis waited for some minutes to let the captain get clear away, then leaving his hidingplace and again

keeping on the grass, he passed down the drive and out on to the road. He was profoundly disappointed. He

had failed in his purpose, and the only ray of light in the immediate horizon was that last remark of Archer's.

If it meant, as he presumed it did, that the men were to communicate by the secret telephone at eleven in the

morning, all might not yet be lost. He might learn then what he had missed tonight.

It seemed hardly worth while returning to Hull. He therefore went to the Raven Bar in Ferriby, knocked up

the landlord, and by paying four or five times the proper amount, managed to get a meal and some food for

the next day. Then he returned to the deserted cottage, he let himself in, closed the door behind him, and

Next morning found him back at his post at the broken window, with the telephone receiver at his ear. His

surmise at the meaning of Archer's remark at the study window proved to be correct, for precisely at eleven

he heard the familiar: "Are you there?" which heralded a conversation. Then Beamish's voice went on:

"I have talked this business over with Benson, and he makes a SUGGESTION which I think is an

improvement on our plan. He thinks we should have our general meeting in London immediately after I have

interviewed Madeleine Coburn. The advantage of this scheme would be that if we found she possessed really

serious knowledge, we could immediately consider our next move, and I could, if necessary, see her again

that night. Benson thinks I should fix up a meeting with her at say 10.30 or 11, that I could then join you at

lunch at 1.30, after which we could discuss my report, and I could see the girl again at 4 or 5 o'clock. It seems

"It has advantages," Archer answered slowly. "If you both think it best, I'm quite agreeable. Where then

"In the case of Miss Coburn there would be no change in our last night's arrangement; a private sittingroom

at the Gresham would still do excellently. If you're going to town you could fix up some place for our own

"Very well, I'm going up on Tuesday in any case, and I'll arrange something. I shall let Benson know, and he

can tell you and the others. I think we should all go up by separate trains. I shall probably go by the 5.3 from

"Monday week about midday, I expect. Benson could go up that morning, Bulla and I separately by the 4,

and Fox, Henri, and Raymond, if he comes, by the first train next morning. How would that do?"

"All right, I think. The meetings then will be on Tuesday at 11 and 1.30, Benson to give you the address of

Willis for once was greatly cheered by what he had overheard. His failure on the previous evening was

evidently not going to be so serious as he had feared. He had in spite of it gained a knowledge of the

conspirators' plans, and he chuckled with delight as he thought how excellently his ruse was working, and

how completely the gang were walking into the trap which he had prepared. As far as he could see, he held

all the trump cards of the situation, and if he played his hand carefully he should undoubtedly get not only the

To learn the rendezvous for the meeting of the syndicate he would have to follow Archer to town, and

shadow him as he did his business. This was Saturday, and the managing director had said he was going on

the following Tuesday. From that there would be a week until the meeting, which would give more than time

Willis remained in the cottage until dark that evening, then, making his way to Ferriby station, returned to

Hull. His first action on reaching the city was to send a letter to Madeleine, asking her to forward Beamish's

On Monday he began his shadowing of Archer, lest the latter should go to town that day. But the distiller

made no move until the Tuesday, travelling up that morning by the 6.15 from Hull.

At 12.25 they reached King's Cross. Archer leisurely left the train, and crossing the platform, stepped into a

taxi and was driven away. Willis, in a second taxi, followed about fifty yards behind. The chase led

westwards along the Euston Road until, turning to the left down Gower Street, the leading vehicle pulled up

at the door of the Gresham Hotel in Bedford Square. Willis's taxi ran on past the other, and through the

Stopping at a door in Bloomsbury Street, Willis sat watching. In about five minutes Archer reappeared, and

again entering his taxi, was driven off southwards. Willis's car slid once more in behind the other, and the

chase recommenced. They crossed Oxford Street, and passing down Charing Cross Road stopped at a small

Willis's taxi repeated its previous maneuver, and halted opposite a shop from where the inspector could see

the other vehicle through the backlight. He thought he had all the information he needed, but there was the

risk that Archer might not find the room he required at the little restaurant and have to try elsewhere.

This second call lasted longer than the first, and a quarter of an hour had passed before the distiller emerged

and reentered his taxi. This time the chase was short. At the Trocadero Archer got out, dismissed his taxi, and

passed into the building. Willis, following discreetly, was in time to see the other seat himself at a table and

leisurely take up the bill of fare. Believing the quarry would remain where he was for another half hour at

least, the inspector slipped unobserved out of the room, and jumping once more into his taxi, was driven back

to the little restaurant off Cranbourne Street. He sent for the manager and drew him aside.

"I'm Inspector Willis from Scotland Yard," he said with a sharpness strangely at variance with his usual

easygoing mode of address. "See here." He showed his credentials, at which the manager bowed

obsequiously. "I am following that gentleman who was in here inquiring about a room a few minutes ago. I

The manager, who was a sly, evillooking person seemingly of Eastern blood, began to hedge, but Willis cut

"Now look here, my friend," he said brusquely, "I haven't time to waste with you. That man that you were

talking to is wanted for murder, and what you have to decide is whether you're going to act with the police or

against them. If you give us any, trouble you may find yourself in the dock as an accomplice after the fact. In

any case it's not healthy for a man in your position to run up against the police."

His bluff had more effect that it might have had with an Englishman in similar circumstances, and the

manager became polite and anxious to assist. Yes, the gentleman had come about a room. He had ordered

lunch in a private room for a party of seven for 1.30 on the following Tuesday. He had been very particular

about the room, had insisted on seeing it, and had approved of it. It appeared the party had some business to

discuss after lunch, and the gentleman had required a guarantee that they would not be interrupted. The

Willis in his turn demanded to see the room, and he was led upstairs to a small and rather dark chamber,

containing a fairsized oval table surrounded by red plush chairs, a red plush sofa along one side, and a

narrow sideboard along another. The walls supported tawdry and dilapidated decorations, in which beveled

mirrors and faded gilding bore a prominent part. Two large but quite worthless oil paintings hung above the

fireplace and the sideboard respectively, and the window was covered with gelatine paper simulating stained

Inspector Willis stood surveying the scene with a frown on his brow. How on earth was he to secrete himself

in this barely furnished apartment? There was not room under the sofa, still less beneath the sideboard. Nor

was there any adjoining room or cupboard in which he could hide, his keen ear pressed to the keyhole. It

seemed to him that in this case he was doing nothing but coming up against one insoluble problem after

another. Ruefully he recalled the conversation in Archer's study, and he decided that, whatever it cost in time

He stood silently pondering over the problem, the manager obsequiously bowing and rubbing his hands. And

then the idea for which he was hoping flashed into his mind. He walked to the wall behind the sideboard and

The "ozzer room" was smaller, but otherwise similar to that they had just left. The doors of the two rooms

"This will do," Willis declared. "Now look here, Mr. Manager, I wish to overhear the conversation of your

customers, and I may or may not wish to arrest them. You will show them up and give them lunch exactly as

you have arranged. Some officers from the Yard and myself will previously have hidden ourselves in here.

"In the meantime I shall send a carpenter and have a hole made in that partition between the two rooms, a

hole about two feet by one, behind the upper part of that picture that hangs above the sideboard. Do you

"Your rooms will be none the worse," Willis declared. "I will have the damage made good, and I shall pay

you reasonably well for everything. You'll not lose if you act on the square, but if not " he stared

aggressively in the other's face "if the slightest hint of my plan reaches any of the men well, it will be ten

"It had better," Willis rejoined, and with a menacing look he strode out of the restaurant.

His manner to the manageress of the Bedford Square hotel was very different from that displayed to the

German. Introducing himself as an inspector from the Yard, he inquired the purpose of Archer's call. Without

hesitation he was informed. The distiller had engaged a private sittingroom for a business interview which

was to take place at eleven o'clock on the following Tuesday between a Miss Coburn, a Mr. Merriman, and a

"So far so good," thought Willis exultingly, as he drove off. "They're walking into the trap! I shall have them

At the Yard he dismissed his taxi, and on reaching his room he found the letter he was expecting from

"DEAR Miss COBURN,I have just received your letter of 25th inst., and I hasten to reply.

"I am deeply grieved to learn that you consider yourself badly treated by the members of the syndicate, and I

may say at once that I feel positive that any obligations which they may have contracted will be immediately

"It is, however, news to me that your late father was a partner, as I always imagined that he held his position

as I do my own, namely, as a salaried official who also receives a bonus based on the profits of the concern.

"With regard to the notes you have found on the operations of the syndicate, it is obvious that these must be

capable of a simple explanation, as there was nothing in the operations complicated or difficult to understand.

"I shall be very pleased to fall in with your SUGGESTION that we should meet and discuss the points at

issue, and I would suggest 11 a.m. on Tuesday, 10th prox., at the Gresham Hotel in Bedford Square, if this

Willis smiled as he read this effusion. It was really quite well worded, and left the door open for any action

which the syndicate might decide on. "Ah, well, my friend," he thought grimly, "you'll get a little surprise on

Tuesday. You'll find Miss Coburn is not to be caught as easily as you think. Just you wait and see."

For the next three or four days Willis busied himself in preparing for his great coup. First he went down again

to EASTBOURNE via Brighton, and coached Madeleine and Merriman in the part they were to play in the

coming interview. Next he superintended the making of the hole through the wall dividing the two private

rooms at the Cranbourne Street restaurant, and drilled the party of men who were to occupy the annex. To his

unbounded satisfaction, he found that every word uttered at the table in the larger room was audible next door

to anyone standing at the aperture. Then he detailed two picked men to wait within call of the private room at

the Gresham during the interview between Madeleine and Beamish. Finally, all his preparations in London

complete, he returned to Hull, and set himself, by means of the secret telephone, to keep in touch with the

Inspector Willis spent the Saturday before the fateful Tuesday at the telephone in the empty cottage. Nothing

of interest passed over the wire, except that Benson informed his chief that he had had a telegram from

Beamish saying that, in order to reach Ferriby at the prearranged hour, he was having to sail without a full

cargo of props, and that the two men went over again the various trains by which they and their confederates

would travel to London. Both items pleased Willis, as it showed him that the plans originally made were

On Monday morning, as the critical hour of his coup approached, he became restless and even nervous so

far, that is, as an inspector of the Yard on duty can be nervous. So much depended on the results of the next

day and a half! His own fate hung in the balance as well as that of the men against whom he had pitted

himself; Miss Coburn and Merriman too would be profoundly affected however the affair ended, while to his

department, and even to the nation at large, his success would not be without importance.

He determined he would, if possible, see the various members of the gang start, travelling himself in the train

with Archer, as the leader and the man most urgently "wanted." Benson, he remembered, was to go first.

Willis therefore haunted the Paragon station, watching the trains leave, and he was well satisfied when he saw

Benson get on board the 9.10 a.m. By means of a word of explanation and the passing of a couple of

shillings, he induced an official to examine the traveller's ticket, which proved to be a third return to King's

Beamish and Bulla were to travel by the 4 p.m., and Willis, carefully disguised as a deepsea fisherman,

watched them arrive separately, take their tickets, and enter the train. Beamish travelled first, and Bulla third,

and again the inspector had their tickets examined, and found they were for London.

Archer was to leave at 5.3, and Willis intended as a precautionary measure to travel up with him and keep

him under observation. Still in his fisherman's disguise, he took his own ticket, got into the rear of the train,

and kept his eye on the platform until he saw Archer pass, suitcase and rug in hand. Then cautiously looking

As the train ran past the depot at Ferriby, Willis observed that the Girondin was not discharging pitprops,

but instead was loading casks of some kind. He had noted on the previous Friday, when he had been in the

neighborhood, that some wagons of these casks had been shunted inside the enclosure, and were being

unloaded by the syndicate's men. The casks looked like those in which the crude oil for the ship's Diesel

engines arrived, and the fact that she was loading them unemptiedhe presumed them unemptied seemed to

The 5.3 p.m. ran, with a stop at Goole, to Doncaster, where the through carriage was shunted on to one of the

great expresses from the north. More from force of habit than otherwise, Willis put his head out of the

window at Goole to watch if anyone should leave Archer's carriage. But no one did.

At Doncaster Willis received something of a shock. As his train drew into the station another was just coming

out, and he idly ran his eye along the line of coaches. A figure in the corner of a thirdclass compartment

attracted his attention. It seemed vaguely familiar, but it was already out of sight before the inspector realized

that it was a likeness to Benson that had struck him. He had not seen the man's face and at once dismissed the

matter from his mind with the careless thought that everyone has his double. A moment later they pulled up

Here again he put out his head, and it was not long before he saw Archer alight and, evidently leaving his

suitcase and rug to keep his seat, move slowly down the platform. There was nothing remarkable in this, as

no less than seventeen minutes elapsed between the arrival of the train from Hull and the departure of that

from London, and through passengers frequently left their carriage while it was being shunted. At the same

time Willis unostentatiously followed, and presently saw Archer vanish into the firstclass refreshment room.

He took up a position where he had a good view of the door, and waited for the other's reappearance.

But the distiller was in no hurry. Ten minutes elapsed, and still he made no sign. The express from the north

thundered in, the engine hooked off, and shunting began. The train was due out at 6.22, and now the hands of

the great clock pointed to 6.19. Willis began to be perturbed. Had he missed his quarry?

At 6.20 he could stand it no longer, and at risk of meeting Archer, should the latter at that moment decide to

leave the refreshment room, he pushed open the door and glanced in. And then he breathed freely again.

Archer was sitting at a table sipping what looked like a whisky and soda. As Willis looked he saw him glance

up at the clock now pointing to 6.21 and calmly settle himself more comfortably in his chair!

Why, the man would miss the train! Willis, with a sudden feeling of disappointment, had an impulse to run

over and remind him of the hour at which it left. But he controlled himself in time, slipped back to his post of

observation, and took up his watch. In a few seconds the train whistled, and pulled majestically out of the

For fifteen minutes Willis waited, and then he saw the distiller leave the refreshment room and walk slowly

down the platform. As Willis followed, it was clear to him that the other had deliberately allowed his train to

start without him, though what his motive had been the inspector could not imagine. He now approached the

bookingoffice and apparently bought a ticket, afterwards turning back down the platform.

Willis slipped into a doorway until he had passed, then hurrying to the bookingwindow, explained who he

was and asked to what station the last comer had booked. He was told "Selby," and he retreated, exasperated

He bought a timetable and began to study the possibilities. First he made himself clear as to the lie of the

land. The main line of the great East Coast route from London to Scotland ran almost due north and south

through Doncaster. Eighteen miles to the north was Selby, the next important station. At Selby a line running

east and west crossed the other, leading in one direction to Leeds and the west, in the other to Hull.

About halfway between Selby and Hull, at a place called Staddlethorpe, a line branched off and ran

southwesterly through Goole to Doncaster. Selby, Staddlethorpe, and Doncaster therefore formed a railway

triangle, one of the sides of which, produced, led to Hull. From this it followed, as indeed the inspector had

known, that passengers to and from Hull had two points of connection with the main line, either direct to

He began to study the trains. The first northwards was the 4 p.m. diningcar express from King's Cross to

Newcastle. It left Doncaster at 7.56 and reached Selby at 8.21. Would Archer travel by it? And if he did, what

For nearly an hour Willis sat huddled up in the corner of a seat, his eye on Archer in the distance, and his

mind wrestling with the problem. For nearly an hour he racked his brains without result, then suddenly a

devastating idea flashed before his consciousness, leaving him rigid with dismay. For a moment his mind

refused to accept so disastrous a possibility, but as he continued to think over it he found that one puzzling

and unrelated fact after another took on a different complexion from that it had formerly borne; that,

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He saw now why Archer could not discuss Madeleine's letter over the telephone, but was able to arrange in

that way for the interview with Beamish. He understood why Archer, standing at his study window, had

mentioned the call at eleven next morning. He realized that Benson's amendment was probably arranged by

Archer on the previous evening. He saw why the Girondin had left the Lesque without her full cargo, and

why she was loading barrels at Ferriby. He knew who it was he had seen passing in the other train as his own

reached Doncaster, and he grasped the reason for Archer's visit to Selby. In a word, he saw he had been

hoaxed fooled carefully, systematically, and at every point. While he had been congratulating himself on

the completeness with which the conspirators had been walking into his net, he had in reality been caught in

theirs. He had been like a child in their hands. They had evidently been watching and countering his every

He saw now that his tapping of the secret telephone must have been discovered, and that his enemies had

used their discovery to mislead him. They must have recognized that Madeleine's letter was inspired by

himself, and read his motives in making her send it. They had then used the telephone to make him believe

they were falling into his trap, while their real plans were settled in Archer's study.

What those plans were he believed he now understood. There would be no meetings in London on the

following day. The meetings were designed to bring him, Willis, to the Metropolis and keep him there. By

tomorrow the gang, convinced that discovery was imminent, would be aboard the Girondin and on the high

Therefore of necessity the Girondin would load barrelled oil to drive her to some country where Scotland

Yard detectives did not flourish, and where extradition laws were of no account. Therefore she must return

light, or, he suspected, empty, as there would be no time to unload. Moreover, a reason for this "lightness"

must be given him, lest he should notice the ship sitting high out of the water, and suspect. And he now knew

that it was really Benson that he had seen returning to Ferriby via Goole, and that Archer was doing the same

He looked up the trains from Selby to Ferriby. There was only one. It left Selby at 9.19, fiftyeight minutes

after the Doncaster train arrived there, and reached Ferriby at 10.7. It was now getting on towards eight. He

Though Willis was a little slow in thought he was prompt in action. Feeling sure that Archer would indeed

travel by the 7.56 to Selby, he relaxed his watch and went to the telephone call office. There he rang up the

police station at Selby, asking for a plainclothes man and two constables to meet him at the train to make an

arrest. Also he asked for a fast car to be engaged to take him immediately to Ferriby. He then called up the

police in Hull, and had a long talk with the superintendent. Finally it was arranged that a sergeant and twelve

men were to meet him on the shore at the back of the signal cabin near the Ferriby depot, with a boat and a

grappling ladder for getting aboard the Girondin. This done, Willis hurried back to the platform, reaching it

just as the 7.56 came in. He watched Archer get on board, and then himself entered another compartment.

At Selby the quarry alighted, and passed along the platform towards the bookingoffice. Willis's police

training instantly revealed to him the plainclothes man, and him he instructed to follow Archer and learn to

what station he booked. In a few moments the man returned to say it was Ferriby. Then calling up the two

constables, the four officers followed the distiller into the firstclass waiting room, where he had taken cover.

"Archibald Charles Archer," he said impressively, "I am Inspector Willis of Scotland Yard. I have a warrant

for your arrest on a charge of murdering Francis Coburn in a cab in London on September 12 last. I have to

For a moment the distiller seemed so overwhelmed with surprise as to be incapable of movement, and before

he could pull himself together there was a click, and handcuffs gleamed on his wrists. Then his eyes blazed,

and with the inarticulate roar of a wild beast he flung himself wildly on Willis, and, manacled as he was,

attempted to seize his throat. But the struggle was brief. In a moment the three other men had torn him off,

"You look after him, sergeant," Willis directed a little breathlessly, as he tried to straighten the remnants of

A powerful car was waiting outside the station, and Willis, jumping in, offered the driver an extra pound if he

was at Ferriby within fifty minutes. He reckoned the distance was about twentyfive miles, and he thought he

The night was intensely dark as the big vehicle swung out of Selby, eastward bound. A slight wind blew in

from the east, bearing a damp, searching cold, more trying than frost. Willis, who had left his coat in the

London train, shivered as he drew the one rug the vehicle contained up round his shoulders.

The road to Howden was broad and smooth, and the car made fine going. But at Howden the main road

turned north, and speed on the comparatively inferior cross roads to Ferriby had to be reduced. But Willis

was not dissatisfied with their progress when at 9.38, fiftyfour minutes after leaving Selby, they pulled up in

the Ferriby lane, not far from the distillery and opposite the railway signal cabin.

Having arranged with the driver to run up to the main road, wait there until he heard four blasts on the

Girondin's horn, and then make for the syndicate's depot, the inspector dismounted, and forcing his way

through the railway fence, crossed the rails and descended the low embankment on the river side. A moment

later, just as he reached the shore, the form of a man loomed up dimly through the darkness.

"Constable Jones, sir," the figure answered. "Is that Inspector Willis? Sergeant Hobbs is here with the boats."

Willis followed the other for fifty yards along the beach, until they came on two boats, each containing half a

dozen policemen. It was still very dark; and the wind blew cold and raw. The silence was broken only by the

lapping of the waves on the shingle. Willis felt that the night was ideal for his purpose. There was enough

noise from wind and water to muffle any sounds that the men might make in getting aboard the Girondin, but

not enough to prevent him overhearing any conversation which might be in progress.

"We have just got here this minute, sir," the sergeant said. "I hope we haven't kept you waiting."

"Good. I need not remind you all not to fire except as a last resort. What arrangements have you made for

"Very well. Now listen, and see that you are clear about what you are to do. When we reach the ship get your

ladder into position, and I'll go up. You and the men follow. Keep beside me, sergeant. We'll overhear what

we can. When I give the signal, rush in and arrest the whole gang. Do you follow?"

They pushed off, passing like phantoms over the dark water. The ship carried a riding light, to which they

steered. She was lying, Willis knew, bow upstream. The tide was flowing, and when they were close by they

ceased rowing and drifted down on to her stern. There the leading boat dropped in beneath her counter, and

the bowman made the painter fast to her rudder post. The second boat's painter was attached to the stern of

the first, and the current swung both alongside. The men, fending off, allowed their craft to come into place

without sound. The ladder was raised and hooked on, and Willis, climbing up, stealthily raised his head

The port side of the ship was, as on previous occasions, in complete darkness, and Willis jerked the ladder as

a signal to the others to follow him. In a few seconds the fourteen men stood like shadows on the lower deck.

Then Willis, tiptoeing forward, began to climb the ladder to the bridge deck, just as Hilliard had done some

four months earlier. As on that occasion, the starboard side of the ship, next the wharf, was dimly lighted up.

A light also showed in the window of the captain's cabin, from which issued the sound of voices.

Willis posted his men in two groups at either end of the cabin, so that at a given signal they could rush round

in opposite directions and reach the door. Then he and the sergeant crept forward and put their ears to the

This time, though the glass was hooked back as before, the curtain was pulled fully across the opening, so

that the men could see nothing and only partially hear what was said. Willis therefore reached in and very

gradually pulled it a little aside. Fortunately no one noticed the movement, and the talk continued

The inspector could now see in. Five men were squeezed round the tiny table. Beamish and Bulla sat along

one side, directly facing him. At the end was Fox. The remaining two had their backs to the window, and

were, the inspector believed, Raymond and Henri. Before each man was a long tumbler of whisky and soda,

and a box of cigars lay on the table. All seemed nervous and excited, indeed as if under an intolerable strain,

and kept fidgeting and looking at their watches. Conversation was evidently maintained with an effort, as a

"Yes," Fox answered. "He came out sort of stealthy and looked around. I didn't know who it was then, but I

knew no one had any business in the cottage at that hour, so I followed him to Ferriby station. I saw his face

"No, but I recognized him as having been around with that Excise inspector, and I guessed he was on to

"He stood me a drink," the big man answered, "but what he did it for I don't know."

"Can't find out," Fox replied, "but it showed he was wise to the whole affair. Then there was that letter from

Miss Coburn. That gave the show away, because there could have been no papers like she said, and she

couldn't have discovered anything then that she hadn't known at the clearing. Archer put Morton on to it, and

he found that this Willis went down to EASTBOURNE one night about two days before the letter came. So

that was that. Then he had me watch for him going to the telephone, and he has fooled him about proper. I

"I've always thought a lot of Archer," Beamish remarked, "but I never thought so much of him as that night

we drew lots for who should put Coburn out of the way. When he drew the long taper he never as much as

turned a hair. That's the last time we had a full meeting, and we never reckoned that this would be the next."

"About fifteen minutes," Captain Beamish answered. "We're time enough making a move."

The men showed more and more nervousness, but the talk dragged on for some quarter of an hour. Suddenly

from the wharf sounded the approaching footsteps of a running man. He crossed the gangway and raced up

the ladder to the captain's cabin. The others sprang to their feet as the door opened and Benson appeared.

"He hasn't come!" he cried excitedly. "I watched at the station and he didn't get out!"

Consternation showed on every face, and Beamish swore bitterly. There was a variety of comments and

"Only the express. It doesn't stop here, but it stops at Hassle on notice to the guard."

"He may have missed the connection at Selby," Fox suggested. "In that case he would motor."

"I wish, Benson, you would go and ring up the Central and see if there has been any message."

Willis whispered to the sergeant, who, beckoning to two of his men, crept hurriedly down the port ladder to

the lower deck. In a moment Benson followed down the starboard or lighted side. Willis listened breathlessly

above, heard what he was expecting a sudden scuffle, a muffled cry, a faint click, and then silence. He

peeped through the porthole. Fox was expounding his theory about the railway connections, and none of

those within had heard the sounds. Presently the sergeant returned with his men.

"Trussed him up to the davit pole," he breathed in the inspector's ear. "He won't give no trouble."

Willis nodded contentedly. That was one out of the way out of six, and he had fourteen on his side.

Meanwhile the men in the cabin continued anxiously discussing their leader's absence, until after a few

"Curse that fool Benson," he growled. "What the blazes is keeping him all this time? I had better go and hurry

The four had hardly disappeared down the port ladder when Beamish left his cabin and began to descend the

starboard. Willis felt that the crisis was upon him. He whispered to the remaining constables, who closed in

Suddenly a wild commotion arose on the lower deck. There was a warning shout from Beamish, instantly

For a moment there was silence in the cabin, the men gazing at each other with consternation on their faces.

Then Bulla yelled: "Copped, by heck!" and with an agility hardly credible in a man of his years, whipped out

a revolver, and sprang out of the cabin. Instantly he was seized by three constables, and the four went

swinging and lurching across the deck, Bulla fighting desperately to turn his weapon on his assailants. At the

same moment Willis leaped to the door, and with his automatic levelled, shouted, "Hands up, all of you! You

Henri and Fox, who were next the door, obeyed as if in a stupor, but Raymond's hand flew out, and a bullet

whistled past the inspector's head. Instantly Willis fired, and with a scream the Frenchman staggered back.

It was the work of a few seconds for the remaining constables to dash in under the inspector's pistol and

handcuff the two men in the cabin, and Willis then turned to see how the contests on deck were faring. But

these also were over. Both Beamish and Bulla, borne down by the weight of numbers, had been secured.

The inspector next turned to examine Raymond. His shot had been well aimed. The bullet had entered the

base of the man's right thumb, and passed out through his wrist. His life was not in danger, but it would be

Four blasts on the Girondin's horn recalled Willis's car, and when, some three hours later, the last batch of

prisoners was safely lodged in the Hull police station, Willis began to feel that the end of his labors was at

The arrests supplied the inspector with fresh material on which to work. As a result of his careful

investigation of the movements of the prisoners during the previous three years, the entire history of the

It seemed that the original idea of the fraud was Raymond's. He looked round for a likely English partner,

selected Archer, broached the subject to him, and found him willing to go in. Soon, from his dominating

personality, Archer became the leader. Details were worked out, and the necessary confederates carefully

chosen. Beamish and Bulla went in as partners, the four being bound together by their joint liability. The

other three members were tools over whom the quartet had obtained some hold. In Coburn's case, Archer

learned of the defalcations in time to make the erring cashier his victim. He met the deficit in return for a

signed confession of guilt and an I 0 U for a sum that would have enabled the distiller to sell the other up, and

An incompletely erased address in a pocket diary belonging to Beamish led Willis to a small shop on the

south side of London, where he discovered an assistant who had sold a square of black serge to two men,

about the time of Coburn's murder. The salesman remembered the transaction because his customers had

been unable to describe what they wanted otherwise than by the word "cloth," which was not the technical

name foy any of his commodities. The fabric found in the cab was identical to that on the roll this man stated

Willis had a routine search made of the restaurants of Soho, and at last found that in which the conspirators

had held their meetings previous to the murder. There had been two. At the first, so Willis learned from the

description given by the proprietor, Coburn had been present, but not at the second.

In spite of all his efforts he was unable to find the shop at which the pistol had been bought, but he suspected

the transaction had been carried out by one of the other members of the gang, in order as far as possible to

On the Girondin was found the false bulkhead in Bulla's cabin, behind which was placed the hidden brandy

tank. The connection for the shore pipe was concealed behind the back of the engineer's washhand basin,

On the Girondin was also found something over 700,000 pounds, mostly in Brazilian notes, and Benson

admitted later that the plan had been to scuttle the Girondin off the coast of Bahia, take to the boats and row

ashore at night, remaining in Brazil at least till the hue and cry had died down. But instead all seven men

received heavy sentences. Archer paid for his crimes with his life, the others got terms of from ten to fifteen

years each. The managers of the licensed houses in Hull were believed to have been in ignorance of the larger

fraud, and to have dealt privately and individually with Archer, and they and their accomplices escaped with

The mysterious Morton proved to be a private detective, employed by Archer. He swore positively that he

had no knowledge of the real nature of the syndicate's operations, and though the judge's strictures on his

conduct were severe, no evidence could be found against him, and he was not brought to trial.

Inspector Willis got his desired promotion out of the case, and there was someone else who got more. About

a month after the trial, in the Holy Trinity Church, EASTBOURNE, a wedding was solemnized Seymour

Merriman and Madeleine Coburn were united in the holy bonds of matrimony. And Hilliard, assisting as best

man, could not refrain from whispering in his friend's ear as they turned to leave the vestry, "Three cheers for