"Why, that advance was upon the freight of the _Proserpine._ Forty-five thousand ounces of gold.

She ought to be here by this time.

She is in the Channel at this moment, no doubt." "Excuse me; she is overdue, and the underwriters uneasy.

I have made inquiries." "At any rate, she is fully insured, and you hold the policies.

Besides, the name of Wardlaw on your books should stand for bullion." Burtenshaw shook his head.