"I saw them. Now, remember. Did you see a hatch-grating floating yesterday that was different from the others? A painted one, for instance--those out there now are not painted, you know." "Yessir, I see a little white 'un painted, bobbin' about away beyond the foremast of the _Nicobar_." "You're sure of that?" "Certain sure, sir--it was the only painted thing floatin'. And to-day it's washed away somewheres." "So I noticed. You're a smart lad. Here's a shilling for you--keep your eyes open and perhaps you'll find a good many more shillings before you're an old man. That's all." The boy disappeared, and Hewitt turned to Merrick and said, "I think you may as well send that wire you spoke of. If I get the commission I think I may recover that bullion. It may take some little time, or, on the other hand, it may not. If you'll write the telegram at once, I'll go in the same boat as the messenger. I'm going to take a walk down to Lostella now--it's only two or three miles along the coast, but it will soon be getting dark." "But what sort of a clue have you got? I didn't----" "Never mind," replied Hewitt, with a chuckle. "Officially, you know, I've no right to a clue just yet--I'm not commissioned. When I am I'll tell you everything." Hewitt was scarcely ashore when he was seized by the excited Brasyer. "Here you are," he said. "I was coming aboard the tug again. I've got more news. You remember I said I was going out with that railway clerk this afternoon, and meant pumping him? Well, I've done it and rushed away--don't know what he'll think's up. As we were going along we saw Norton, the steward, on the other side of the way, and the clerk recognised him as one of the men who brought the cases to be sent off; the other was the skipper, I've no doubt, from his description. I played him artfully, you know, and then he let out that both the cases were addressed to Mackrie at his address in London! He looked up the entry, he said, after I left when I first questioned him, feeling curious. That's about enough, I think, eh? I'm off to London now--I believe Mackrie's going to-night. I'll have him! Keep it dark!" And the zealous second officer dashed off without waiting for a reply. Hewitt looked after him with an amused smile, and turned off towards Lostella. III. It was about eleven the next morning when Merrick received the following note, brought by a boatman:-- "DEAR MERRICK,--Am I commissioned? If not, don't trouble, but if I am, be just outside Lostella, at the turning before you come to the Smack Inn, at two o'clock. Bring with you a light cart, a policeman--or two perhaps will be better--and a man with a spade. There will probably be a little cabbage-digging. Are you fond of the sport?--Yours, MARTIN HEWITT. "P.S.--_Keep all your men aboard_; bring the spade artist from the town."