_Now,_ Wylie." Wylie seemed in no hurry to enter upon the required subject.
Said he, evasively, "Why, guv'nor, it seems to me you are among the breakers here yourself." "Nothing of the sort, if you have managed your work cleverly.

Come, tell me all, before we are interrupted again." "Tell ye all about it! Why, there's part on't I am afraid to think on; let alone talk about it." "Spare me your scruples, and give me your facts," said Wardlaw coldly.
"First of all, did you succeed in shifting the bullion as agreed ?" The sailor appeared relieved by this question.
"Oh, that is all right," said he.

"I got the bullion safe aboard the _Shannon,_ marked for lead." "And the lead on board the _Proserpine ?"_ "Ay, shipped as bullion." "Without suspicion ?" "Not quite." "Great Heaven! Who ?" "One clerk at the shipping agent's scented something queer, I think.
James Seaton.

That was the name he went by." "Could he prove anything ?" "Nothing.

He knew nothing for certain; and what he guessed won't never be known in England now." And Wylie fidgeted in his chair.
Notwithstanding this assurance Wardlaw looked grave, and took a note of that clerk's name.