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A strange couple they would make, and strange would be their conversation! Yet the tenement which had housed the old man's deranged spirit, empty as now it was aye, emptier than Duggle's tomb was still to be witness of one more earthly scene and unwittingly bear part in it. What has been related of Mr.
"But, as you see, there's nothing much there now." But then the undertaker, worthy man, could not see through the carpet, or through the lid of Captain Duggle's grave. That was full fuller than it had been at any period of its history. In it lay the wealth, the scepter, and the trappings of dead Majesty. For wherein did Mr. Saffron's dead Majesty differ from the dead Majesty of other Kings?
"I shall miss you, old friend," he said. Then, with gentle insistence, he led Mary away. They left the old man, propped up by the high stool on which his feet rested, seated far back in the great chair, hard by Captain Duggle's grave, where the scepter lay on a carpet of gold. The tall candles burnt on either side of his throne, imparting a far-off semblance of ceremonial state.
It shone brightly on Neddy and on the sack, whose mouth Neddy was now tying up, "I might fill my pockets too," he suggested, eyeing the very respectable amount of sovereigns which still remained in Captain Duggle's tomb. "Don't do it, old lad," Neddy advised. "If we 'ave to get out, or anything of that kind, you don't want to jingle as if you was a glass chandelier, do you?"
His scepter fell from his nerveless hand and rolled down the steps of the dais; the impetus it gathered carried it, rolling still, across the floor to the edge of the open pit; for an instant it lay poised on the edge, and then fell with a jangle of sound on the carpet of golden coins that lined Captain Duggle's grave. "Quick!
He pointed at Beaumaroy with his scepter, and from him to the gleaming gold in Captain Duggle's grave. A streak of coherency, a strand of mad logic, now ran through his hurtling words; the money was there, Beaumaroy was to take it to-day, to-day! to take it to Morocco, to raise the tribes, to set Africa aflame. He was to scatter it broadcast, broadcast! There was no end to it don't spare it!
So the story looks pretty plausible." "And the grave?" This question came eagerly from at least three of the company. "In front of the fireplace there was a big oblong hole six feet by three, by four planks at the bottom, the sides roughly lined with brick. Captain Duggle's grave; but he wasn't in it!" "But what really became of him, Mr. Penrose?" cried Cynthia.
Here without doubt was Captain Duggle's grave, the grave he had caused to be dug for himself, but which be the reason what it might -his body had never occupied. Yet the tomb was not entirely empty. The floor of it was strewn with gold, to what depth Mary could not tell, but it was covered with golden sovereigns; there must be thousands of them. They gleamed under the light of the candles.
He thought that the sack was lowered from the window in order to be committed to the temporary guardianship of the Sergeant, who was doubtless looking out for it and, if he had his ears open, would hear its gentle thud. Perhaps the man in the Tower was collecting a second instalment of booty; heavy as the sack was, it did not contain all that he knew to be in Captain Duggle's grave.
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