"I will not be so cruel, fond lover," said old Wardlaw, laughing, and took up his hat and gloves to go.
Arthur went to the door with him in great anxiety, lest he should question Burtenshaw. But, peering into the outer office, he observed Burtenshaw was not there. Michael had caught his employer's anxious look and conveyed the banker into the small room where the short-hand writer was at work. But Burtenshaw was one of a struggling firm; to him every minute was an hour. He had sat, fuming with impatience, so long as he heard talking in the inner office; and, the moment it ceased, he took the liberty of coming in; so that he opened the side door just as Wardlaw senior was passing through the center door.
Instantly Wardlaw junior whipped before him, to hide his figure from his retreating father.
Wylie--who all this time had been sitting silent, looking from one to the other, and quietly puzzling out the game as well as he could--observed this movement and grinned.
As for Arthur Wardlaw, he saw his father safe out, then gave a sigh of relief, and walked to his office table and sat down and began to fill in the check.
Burtenshaw drew near and said, "I am instructed to say that fifty thousand pounds on account will be accepted."
Perhaps if this proposal had been made a few seconds sooner, the ingenious Arthur would have availed himself of it; but as it was, he preferred to take the high and mighty tone. "I decline any concession," said he. "Mr. Penfold, take this check to the Bank of England. 81,647 pounds 10s., that is the amount, capital and interest, up to noon this day. Hand the sum to Mr. Burtenshaw, taking his receipt, or, if he prefers it, pay it across his counter, to my credit. That will perhaps arrest the run."
Burtenshaw stammered out his thanks.
Wardlaw cut him short. "Good-morning, sir," said he. "I have business of _importance._ Good-day," and bowed him out.
"This is a high-flier," thought Burtenshaw.
Wardlaw then opened the side door and called his short-hand writer.
"Mr. Atkins, please step into the outer office, and don't let a soul come in to me. Mind, I am out for the day. Except to Miss Rolleston and her father."
He then closed all the doors, and sunk exhausted into a chair, muttering, "Thank Heaven! I have got rid of them all for an hour or two. _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. Then he begged Wylie to go on. "Give me all the details," said he. "Leave _me_ to judge their relative value. You scuttled the ship?"
"Don't say that! don't say that!" cried Wylie, in a low but eager voice.
"Stone walls have ears." Then rather more loudly than was necessary, "Ship sprung a leak that neither the captain, nor I, nor anybody could find, to stop. Me and my men, we all think her seams opened, with stress of weather." Then, lowering his voice again, "Try and see it as we do; and don't you ever use such a word as that what come out of your lips just now. We pumped her hard; but 'twarn't no use. She filled, and we had to take to the boats."
"Stop a moment. Was there any suspicion excited?"
"Not among the crew. And suppose there was, I could talk 'em all over, or buy 'em all over, what few of 'em is left. I've got 'em all with me in one house, and they are all square, don't you fear."
"Well, but you said 'among the _crew!'_ Whom else can we have to fear?"
"Why, nobody. To be sure, one of the passengers was down on me; but what does that matter now?"
"It matters greatly--it matters terribly. Who was this passenger?"
"He called himself the Reverend John Hazel. He suspected something or other; and what with listening here, and watching there, he judged the ship was never to see England, and I always fancied he told the lady."
"What, was there a lady there?"
"Ay, worse luck, sir; and a pretty girl she was. Coming home to England to die of consumption; so our surgeon told me."
