'He will not speak again till he chirps Allēluja in kingdom come,' said the ferryman. 'Let the surgeon do his best, he cannot pull him round. I am glad Jack is gone. That leaves the house clear for an hour. Jane, I spoke with you the other day about sharing, and you would not hearken. The chance has come again, as though offered by an auctioneer, so that hearken and consent you must, unless you are a bigger fool than I take you to be. We have a clear hour before us.' 'Winefred has gone for Mrs. Jose,' said Jane, with a flutter of alarm at her heart. 'Then we have but half an hour at our disposal. In that half hour we must discover where the captain has hidden his money.' 'I will be no sharer with you.' 'Oh, so! You would have it all to yourself! That will not answer.' 'Leave the house; you have no right to be here,' said Jane Marley. 'Eh!' mocked Dench. 'You give orders as though you were mistress; orders you have no power to enforce.' 'Jack Rattenbury shall know of this.' 'Let him know.' He stood mustering the room with his eyes. 'I shall improve my mind a bit. Jane, be advised and offer no opposition. I tell you we are in the same boat. We have both been cheated. I want no more than is my due. I am an honest man, and I diddle nobody――but then I don't choose to be diddled myself――and if you have spirit you will be of the same mind. We will leave a third for Jack, and divide the rest between ourselves. I shall search the house if need be, whether you like it or no.' He had spoken in a low tone to Mrs. Marley. Now he went to the side of Job Rattenbury, and said aloud, as though addressing one who was deaf: 'Mate, we have been old friends for over a score of years. You can trust me. Your time is not long, and you know it. You desire to say something, and cannot fashion your mouth to the words. You would tell me your last wishes, and how I am to dispose of your property, and where your cash is stowed. What do you say, governor? You will trust me. That is as it should be. Try your hand, hold out your flapper to show that you comprehend me.' The paralysed man made an effort to extend his arm. 'That is brave. You can use your fingers. What say you to writing your wishes? But, understand, mate, you must say first where your money is, and then, in due course, how you would dispose of it. I will bring you a slate; there is one hanging there by the chimney-breast, I will hold it before you, and you shall scribble thereon what you like. I ask for no copyhand. Rely on me. I can keep counsel.' He brought the slate, and, seating himself on the bed, placed the pencil that was attached to the slate in the sick man's hand. Captain Rattenbury had his faculties now, he clearly comprehended what was desired of him, and he made an effort to respond. He held the pencil awkwardly between his fingers, and began to write. 'That is fine,' said Olver. 'I can read that. _I_, capital _I_. Go along, governor.' Again the pencil moved.