"Very well, Mr. Penfolds," said Nancy, with one great final sob, and dried her eyes with her apron; and she did it with such an air, they both saw she was not going to shed another tear about the matter. "Very well; you are both against me; then I'll say no more. But I know what I know." "And what do you know?" inquired Helen. "Time will show," said Nancy, turning suddenly very dogged--"time will show." Nothing more was to be got out of her after that; and Helen, soon after, made her a civil, though stiff, little speech; regretted the pain she had inadvertently caused her, and went away, leaving Mr. Penfold her address. On her return home, she entered the whole adventure in her diary. She made a separate entry to this effect: _Mysterious._--My letter to Mr. Penfold at the office intercepted. Wylie hints that he was bribed by Messrs. Wardlaw. Nancy Rouse suspects that it was Arthur, and says time will show. As for me, I can neither see why Wylie should scuttle the ship unless he was bribed by somebody, nor what Arthur or his father could gain by destroying that ship. This is all as dark as is that more cruel mystery which alone I care to solve. CHAPTER LXIII. NEXT morning, after a sleepless night, Nancy Rouse said to Mr. Penfold, "Haven't I heard you say as bank-notes could be traced to folk?" "Certainly, madam," said Michael. "But it is necessary to take the numbers of them." "Oh! And how do you do that?" "Why, every note has its own number." "La! ye don't say so; then them fifties are all numbered, belike." "Certainly, and if you wish me to take down the numbers, I will do so." "Well, sir, some other day you shall. I could not bear the sight of them just yet; for it is them as has been the ruin of poor Joe Wylie, I do think." Michael could not follow this; but, the question having been raised, he advised her, on grounds of common prudence, not to keep them in the house without taking down their numbers. "We will talk about that in the evening," said Nancy. Accordingly, at night, Nancy produced the notes, and Michael took down the numbers and descriptions in his pocket-book. They ran from 16,444 to 16,463. And he promised her to try and ascertain through what hands they had passed. He said he had a friend in the Bank of England, who might perhaps be able to discover to what private bank they had been issued in the first instance, and then those bankers, on a strong representation, might perhaps examine their books, and say to whom they had paid them. He told her the notes were quite new, and evidently had not been separated since their first issue. Nancy caught a glimpse of his meaning, and set herself doggedly to watch until the person who had passed the notes through the chimney should come for them. "He will miss them," said she, "you mark my words." Thus Helen, though reduced to a standstill herself, had set an inquiry on foot which was alive and ramifying.