Detective and mystery stories; French, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
On the 24th of May the _L’Escaut_ had left Antwerp with twenty-eight
souls aboard. Aft there were Joan, Susan, Blessington, Sime, Dangle,
and Merkel, with the captain, first officer, and engineer—nine
persons, while forward were three divers, six assistants, a cook, a
steward, four seamen, and four engine-room staff, or nineteen
altogether. Once clear of the Scheldt Joan’s treatment had changed.
Her food was no longer drugged, and when in a few days she got over
the effects of the doses she had received, she found her jailers
polite and friendly and anxious to minimize the inconvenience and
anxiety she was suffering. They told her they did not wish her evil,
and were taking her with them simply to prevent information as to
themselves or their affairs leaking out through her. This, of course,
she did not believe, since she did not possess sufficient information
about them to enable her to interfere with their plans. But later
their real motive dawned on her. Gradually she realized that
Blessington had fallen in love with her, and though he was circumspect
enough, her distrust of him was such that she felt sick with horror
and dread when she thought of him. Nothing, however, had occurred to
which she could take exception, and had it not been for her fears as
to her own fate and her anxieties as to Cheyne’s, the voyage would
have been pleasant enough.
The _L’Escaut_ was a fast boat, and four days had brought them to the
spot referred to in the cipher. After three days’ search they found
the wreck, and all three divers had at once gone down. A week was
spent in making an examination of the vessel, at the end of which time
they had located the gold. It was in her stern, low down and not far
from her port side. The divers recommended blowing her plates off at
this spot, and ten days more sufficed for this. Through the hole thus
made the divers were able to draw in tackle lowered from the
_L’Escaut_, and the ingots of gold were slung to cradles and drawn up
with really wonderful ease and speed. They had, moreover, been favored
with a peculiarly fine stretch of weather, work having to be suspended
on only eight days of the thirty-seven they were there.
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