“Well, there was a steamer came from South Africa what foundered at sea. At least, they say so, and Lloyd’s paid the money. She ’ad some very fine diamonds invoiced as being aboard of ’er. Soon after there came the brig _Black Mogul_ into the port o’ London, with ’er papers all right as ‘avin’ cleared from Port Elizabeth with a cargo of ‘ides. The captain, which ’is name was Elias, ’e came to see the master, and what d’you think that ’e ’ad to sell? Why, sir, as I’m a livin’ sinner ’e ’ad a packet of diamonds for all the world just the same as what was lost out o’ that there African steamer. ’ow did ’e get them? I don’t know. Master didn’t know. ’e didn’t seek to know either. The captain ’e was anxious for reasons of ’is own to get them safe, so ’e gave them to master, same as you might put a thing in a bank. But master ’e’d ’ad time to get fond of them, and ’e wasn’t over satisfied as to where the _Black Mogul_ ’ad been tradin’, or where her captain ’ad got the stones, so when ’e come back for them the master ’e said as ’e thought they were best in ’is own ’ands. Mind I don’t ’old with it myself, but that was what master said to Captain Elias in the little back parlour at Stepney. That was ’ow ’e got ’is leg broke and three of his ribs. “So the captain got jugged for that, and the master, when ’e was able to get about, thought that ’e would ’ave peace for fifteen years, and ’e came away from London because ’e was afraid of the sailor men; but, at the end of five years, the captain was out and after ’im, with as many of ’is crew as ’e could gather. Send for the perlice, you says! Well, there are two sides to that, and the master ’e wasn’t much more fond of the perlice than Elias was. But they fair ’emmed master in, as you ’ave seen for yourself, and they bested ’im at last, and the loneliness that ’e thought would be ’is safety ’as proved ’is ruin. Well, well, ’e was ’ard to many, but a good master to me, and it’s long before I come on such another.” One word in conclusion. A strange cutter, which had been hanging about the coast, was seen to beat down the Irish Sea that morning, and it is conjectured that Elias and his men were on board of it. At any rate, nothing has been heard of them since. It was shown at the inquest that my uncle had lived in a sordid fashion for years, and he left little behind him. The mere knowledge that he possessed this treasure, which he carried about with him in so extraordinary a fashion, had appeared to be the joy of his life, and he had never, as far as we could learn, tried to realize any of his diamonds. So his disreputable name when living was not atoned for by any posthumous benevolence, and the family, equally scandalized by his life and by his death, have finally buried all memory of the club-footed grocer of Stepney. THE SEALED ROOM