Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
The latter did as he was ordered, and, when he had disappeared, Carne
stood alone in the alley way waiting and listening to the various noises
of the great vessel. On the deck overhead he could hear some one
tramping heavily up and down, and then, in an interval of silence, the
sound of pouring rain. Good reason as he had to be anxious, he could
not help smiling as he thought of the incongruity of his position. He
wondered what his aristocratic friends would say if he were captured and
his story came to light. In his time he had impersonated a good many
people, but never before had he had the honor of occupying such an
exalted station. This was the last and most daring of all his
adventures.
Minutes went by, and as Belton did not return, Carne found himself
growing nervous. What could have become of him? He was in the act of
going in search of him, when he appeared carrying in his hand the bunch
of keys for which he had been sent. His master seized them eagerly.
"Why have you been so long?" he asked in a whisper. "I began to think
something had gone wrong with you."
"I stayed to make our friend secure," the other answered. "He had
well-nigh managed to get one of his hands free. Had he done so, he
would have had the gag out of his mouth in no time, and have given the
alarm. Then we should have been caught like rats in a trap."
"Are you quite sure he is secure now?" asked Carne anxiously.
"Quite," replied Belton, "I took good care of that."
"In that case we had better get to work on the safe without further
delay. We have wasted too much time already, and every moment is an
added danger."
Without more ado, Carne placed the most likely key in the lock and
turned it. The bolt shot back, and the treasure chamber lay at his
mercy.
The cabin was not a large one, but it was plain that every precaution
had been taken to render it secure. The large safe which contained the
Imperial plate, and which it was Carne’s intention to rifle, occupied
one entire side. It was of the latest design, and when Carne saw it he
had to confess to himself that, expert craftsman as he was, it was one
that would have required all his time and skill to open.
With the master key, however, it was the work of only a few seconds.
The key was turned, the lever depressed, and then, with a slight pull,
the heavy door swung forward. This done, it was seen that the interior
was full to overflowing.
"Come, Belton," he said, "get these things out as quickly as possible
and lay them on the floor. We can carry only away a certain portion of
the plunder, so let us make sure that that portion is the best."
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