But again and again it rolled before her feet, and she thought: "You will go on the faster if you stoop down and pick it up. You can throw it far away if it is nothing." She stooped down and picked it up. It was a big silver coin and it shone white in her hand. "What is it that you have found in the street, mistress?" asked Sir Reginald. "It shines so white in the moonlight." At that moment they were passing one of the great storehouses, where foreign fisher-folk lodged while they lay at Marstrand. Before the entrance hung a lantern, which threw a feeble light upon the street. "Let us see what you have found, mistress," said Sir Philip, standing under the light. Elsalill held up the coin to the lantern, and hardly had she cast eye upon it when she cried out: "This is Herr Arne's money! I know it well. This is Herr Arne's money!" "What's that you say, mistress?" asked Sir Reginald. "What makes you say it is Herr Arne's money?" "I know the coin," said Elsalill. "I have often seen it in Herr Arne's hand. Yes, it is surely Herr Arne's money." "Shout not so loudly, mistress!" said Sir Philip. "People run here already to know the cause of this outcry." But Elsalill paid no heed to Sir Philip. She saw that the door of the warehouse stood open. A fire blazed in the midst of the floor and round about it sat a number of men conversing quietly and at leisure. Elsalill hastened in to them, holding the coin aloft. "Listen to me, every man!" she cried. "Now I know that Herr Arne's murderers are alive. Look here! I have found one of Herr Arne's coins." All the men turned toward her. She saw that Torarin the fish hawker sat among them. "What is that you tell us so noisily, my girl?" Torarin asked. "How can you know Herr Arne's moneys from any other?" "Well may I know this very piece of silver from any other," said Elsalill. "It is old and heavy, and it is chipped at the edge. Herr Arne told us that it came from the time of the old kings of Norway, and never would he part with it when he counted out money to pay for his goods." "Now you must tell us where you have found it, mistress," said another of the fishermen. "I found it rolling before me in the street," said Elsalill. "One of the murderers has surely dropped it there." "It may be as you say," said Torarin, "but what can we do in this matter? We cannot find the murderers by this alone, that you know they have walked in one of our streets." The fishermen were agreed that Torarin had spoken wisely. They settled themselves again about the fire. "Come home with me, Elsalill," said Torarin. "This is not an hour for a young maid to run about the streets of the town." As Torarin said this, Elsalill looked about for her companions. But Sir Reginald and Sir Philip had stolen away without her noticing their departure. CHAPTER VI IN THE TOWN CELLARS