Detective and mystery stories, English; Private investigators -- Fiction
"Well, so much for the white stone. But there was more; close by the
stone I noticed (although I think you didn't) a mark in the claystone.
It was a triangular depression or pit, sharp at the bottom--just the
hole that would be made by the sharp impact of the square corner of a
heavy box, if shod with iron, as the bullion cases are. This was one
important thing. It seemed to indicate that the boxes had not been
lifted directly up from the sea-bed, but had been dragged sideways--at
all events at first--so that a sharp corner had turned over and dug into
the claystone! I walked a little farther and found more
indications--slight scratches, small stones displaced, and so on, that
convinced me of this, and also pointed out the direction in which the
cases had been dragged. I followed the direction, and presently arrived
at another stone, rather smaller than the clean one. The cases had
evidently caught against this, and it had been displaced by their
momentum, and perhaps by a possible wrench from above. The green growth
covered the part which had been exposed to the water, and the rest of
the stone fitted the hole beside it, from which it had been pulled.
Clearly these things were done recently, or the sea would have wiped out
all the traces in the soft claystone. The rest of what I did under water
of course you understood."
"I suppose so: you took the bearings of the two stones in relation to
the ship by pacing the distances."
"That is so. I kept the figures in my head till I could make a note of
them, as you saw, on paper. The rest was mere calculation. What I judged
had happened was this. Gullen had arranged with somebody, identity
unknown, but certainly somebody with a boat at his disposal, to lay the
line, and take it up the following night. Now anything larger than a
rowing boat could not have got up quite so close to you in the night
(although your tug was at the other end of the wreck) without a risk of
being seen. _But_ no rowing boat could have _dragged_ those cases
forcibly along the bottom; they would act as an anchor to it. Therefore
this was what had happened. The thieves had come in a large boat--a
fishing smack, lugger, or something of that sort--with a small boat in
tow. The sailing boat had lain to at a convenient distance, _in the
direction in which it was afterwards to go_, so as to save time if
observed, and a man had put off quietly in the small boat to pick up the
float, whatever it was. There must have been a lot of slack line on this
for the purpose, as also for the purpose of allowing the float to drift
about fairly freely, and not attract attention by remaining in one
place. The man pulled off to the sailing boat, and took the float and
line aboard. Then the sailing boat swung off in the direction of home,
and the line was hauled in with the plunder at the end of it."
"One would think you had seen it all--or done it," Merrick remarked,
with a laugh.
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