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The last time Brandelaar left the Schelde, he came to see me here in Breskens and told me that he would soon be back again and that it would be a good business for me." "When did that happen?" "Three weeks ago. I had no reason to distrust Brandelaar, since he had often supplied goods for Amelungen." "But why did you come on board to-day?" "Brandelaar wanted it.
"Where are you going to sell your herrings?" "Where we can. The skipper has gone to Breskens. He intended to be back soon." Heideck looked round. The smack had put to in a little bay, where the water was quiet. The village of Breskens and the little watering-place, Kadzand, were both so near that the lighted windows could be seen.
The heavy volume of water which poured with every ebbing tide down the Scheldt between Flushing and Breskens swept past the island of Walcheren, and spread out into the North Sea and down the English Channel, leaving the mud it carried with it on the sands round the mouth of the Zwijn, which itself did not discharge a current strong enough to prevent the slow but sure formation of a bank across its entrance.
He enjoined his men to be ready to set out for the Hague, some following the coast which leads to Breskens, others the road to Antwerp. The rendezvous was given, by calculating each day's march, a fortnight from that time, upon the chief place at the Hague. D'Artagnan recommended his men to go in couples, as they liked best, from sympathy.
He is fond of me and provides for me. It was he who bought the business in Breskens for me. But his wife, who is English, has no liking for me." "I understand you even less than before. If you have such resources at your disposal, why on earth do you mix yourself up in such dangerous undertakings?" "Herr Amelungen wished it." "So, then, he really is the guilty party?"
"I know nothing about that, Herr major. I have told you everything I know. No vessel can go further up the Schelde than Ternenzen, and I can unload at Breskens just as well as at Ternenzen and send the goods by rail to Antwerp." "Now, Brandelaar, go upstairs again and send M. Penurot down to me." With heavy tread the skipper mounted the narrow ladder, and almost at once Penurot entered.
It is really of interest to me to make your business friend's acquaintance." The second visitor now thought it advisable to introduce himself. "My name is Camille Penurot," said he; "I am a grocer in Breskens. Maaning Brandelaar has offered to sell me his cargo, and I have come with him to inspect the goods."
Heideck had informed the captain of the Gefion of his suspicion that the smack might be intended for another purpose than trading in herrings. The little vessel had put in on the left bank, between the villages of Breskens and Kadzand, and Heideck decided to row across to it.
Of course the cargo of herrings which you want to buy is not meant to be sold at Breskens, but to some business friend at Antwerp? isn't it so?" No answer was given. Heideck, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, turned to the cupboard and, before the others had grasped his intention, took out the second white loaf and broke it in two. This time a folded paper came to light.
He enjoined his men to be ready to set out for the Hague, some following the coast which leads to Breskens, others the road to Antwerp. The rendezvous was given, by calculating each day's march, a fortnight from that time upon the chief place at the Hague. D'Artagnan recommended his men to go in couples, as they liked best, from sympathy.
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