Detective and mystery stories, English; Private investigators -- Fiction
"It needn't be, on a black night like that. You see, the parcels are not
so big--look at them, a foot by a foot and a half by six inches or so,
roughly. Easily slipped under a big coat or covered up with anything. Of
course they're a bit heavy--eighty or ninety pounds apiece
altogether--but that's not much for a strong man to carry--especially in
such a handy parcel, on a black night, with no end of confusion on. Now
you just look here--I'll tell you something. The skipper went ashore
last in a boat that was sent out by the coasting steamer that ran into
us. That ship's put into dock for repairs and her crew are mostly having
an easy time ashore. Now I haven't been asleep this last day or two, and
I had a sort of notion there might be some game of this sort on, because
when I left the ship that night I thought we might save a little at
least of the stuff, but the skipper wouldn't let me go near the
bullion-room, and that seemed odd. So I got hold of one of the boat's
crew that fetched the skipper ashore, and questioned him quietly--pumped
him, you know--and he assures me that the skipper _did_ have a rather
small, heavy sort of parcel with him. What do you think of that? Of
course, in the circumstances, the man couldn't remember any very
distinct particulars, but he thought it was a sort of square wooden case
about the size I've mentioned. But there's something more." Brasyer
lifted his fore-finger and then brought it down on the table before
him--"something more. I've made inquiries at the railway station and I
find that two heavy parcels were sent off yesterday to London--deal
boxes wrapped in brown paper, of just about the right size. And the
paper got torn before the things were sent off, and the clerk could see
that the boxes inside were fastened with hoop-iron--like those!" and the
second officer pointed triumphantly to the boxes piled at one side of
the cabin.
"Well done!" said Hewitt. "You're quite a smart detective. Did you find
out who brought the parcels, and who they were addressed to?"
"No, I couldn't get quite as far as that. Of course the clerk didn't
know the names of the senders, and not knowing me, wouldn't tell me
exactly where the parcels were going. But I got quite chummy with him
after a bit, and I'm going to meet him presently--he has the afternoon
off, and we're going for a stroll. I'll find something more, I'll bet
you!"
"Certainly," replied Hewitt, "find all you can--it may be very
important. If you get any valuable information you'll let us know at
once, of course. Anything else, now?"
"No, I don't think so; but I think what I've told you is pretty well
enough for the present, eh? I'll let you know some more soon."
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