Wylie--who all this time had been sitting silent, looking from one to the other, and quietly puzzling out the game as well as he could--observed this movement and grinned. As for Arthur Wardlaw, he saw his father safe out, then gave a sigh of relief, and walked to his office table and sat down and began to fill in the check. Burtenshaw drew near and said, "I am instructed to say that fifty thousand pounds on account will be accepted." Perhaps if this proposal had been made a few seconds sooner, the ingenious Arthur would have availed himself of it; but as it was, he preferred to take the high and mighty tone. "I decline any concession," said he. "Mr. Penfold, take this check to the Bank of England. 81,647 pounds 10s., that is the amount, capital and interest, up to noon this day. Hand the sum to Mr. Burtenshaw, taking his receipt, or, if he prefers it, pay it across his counter, to my credit. That will perhaps arrest the run." Burtenshaw stammered out his thanks. Wardlaw cut him short. "Good-morning, sir," said he. "I have business of _importance._ Good-day," and bowed him out. "This is a high-flier," thought Burtenshaw. Wardlaw then opened the side door and called his short-hand writer. "Mr. Atkins, please step into the outer office, and don't let a soul come in to me. Mind, I am out for the day. Except to Miss Rolleston and her father." He then closed all the doors, and sunk exhausted into a chair, muttering, "Thank Heaven! I have got rid of them all for an hour or two. _Now,_ Wylie." Wylie seemed in no hurry to enter upon the required subject. Said he, evasively, "Why, guv'nor, it seems to me you are among the breakers here yourself." "Nothing of the sort, if you have managed your work cleverly. Come, tell me all, before we are interrupted again." "Tell ye all about it! Why, there's part on't I am afraid to think on; let alone talk about it." "Spare me your scruples, and give me your facts," said Wardlaw coldly. "First of all, did you succeed in shifting the bullion as agreed?" The sailor appeared relieved by this question. "Oh, that is all right," said he. "I got the bullion safe aboard the _Shannon,_ marked for lead." "And the lead on board the _Proserpine?"_ "Ay, shipped as bullion." "Without suspicion?" "Not quite." "Great Heaven! Who?" "One clerk at the shipping agent's scented something queer, I think. James Seaton. That was the name he went by." "Could he prove anything?" "Nothing. He knew nothing for certain; and what he guessed won't never be known in England now." And Wylie fidgeted in his chair. Notwithstanding this assurance Wardlaw looked grave, and took a note of that clerk's name. Then he begged Wylie to go on. "Give me all the details," said he. "Leave _me_ to judge their relative value. You scuttled the ship?"