For a long time the only bags that came out of the hold were bags of Turkish coffee. Great, bulging sacks were they, far larger than the accustomed wheat sacks Willie was thinking of. And there was a considerable shipment of them. With these bags was hoisted another, not unlike them in appearance; and it is likely that it might have gotten by both the watchers undetected had not Willie observed that the stevedores had difficulty in handling it. The bags of coffee they had tossed about readily enough. But this huge bag required the united efforts of two men to get it safely to the pier. This little difference did not escape the observing eyes of Willie. “I wonder what makes that bag so much heavier than the others,” he said to Mr. Easterly. “It isn’t any larger.” “We’ll have a look at it,” said the customs agent. They did. It was consigned to Marrash Roukas. Mr. Easterly directed the stevedores to set the sack to one side. Willie was now almost as excited as some of the foreigners he had seen jabbering away at the customs inspectors. But he tried hard to control himself. The only thing that enabled him to keep himself quiet was the thought that there might be more freight on the boat for Roukas. It was really a wonder that they had noted this bag. They might easily miss something else. So Willie took himself in hand and settled down once more to a vigilant watch. His effort was rewarded, for a little later, as a small box was being wheeled past him, he spied, at the same moment that Mr. Easterly caught it, the name Roukas on the box. “Put that box with that sack,” directed the customs agent. A few moments later the noon whistles blew. The stevedores quit work. “I have to be back at the office at one o’clock, sure,” said Willie. There was an appealing look in his eyes. Mr. Easterly laughed. He had taken a fancy to the lad. “I see you are a diplomat,” he said. “You know how to say one thing when you mean another.” “If that’s being a diplomat,” Willie confessed, “then I am a diplomat. I see I might as well be out-and-out with you. Would it be possible to see what’s in those packages before I have to go?” “You know what Shakespeare says,” quoted Mr. Easterly. “‘All things come to him who waits.’ You have been waiting long enough. We’ll just have a look at these things. It won’t take more than a minute.” A hatchet was obtained and the lid ripped off the box. Inside were two dozen cans of pistachio-nuts. Eagerly Willie lifted out a can. “What shall we empty it into?” he asked. “Just wait a moment,” said Mr. Easterly. “We may not have to empty it. We’ll first see if the cans feel alike.” With trembling fingers Willie lifted can after can out of the box. Suddenly he held one aloft. “That isn’t nearly as heavy as the others,” he cried. “Open it,” said the customs agent.