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Updated: June 17, 2025
The next evening the two friends left Hull by a late train, and reaching Leatham's house after dusk had fallen, were soon seated in his smoking-room with whiskies and sodas at their elbows and Corona Coronas in their mouths. All three were somewhat gloomy, and their disappointment and chagrin were very real. Leatham was the first to put their thoughts into words.
He had failed, and Hilliard had failed, and neither they nor Leatham had been able to suggest any method by which the truth might be ascertained. There was, of course, the changing of the number plates. A trained detective would no doubt be able to make something of that. But Merriman felt that without even the assistance of Hilliard, he had neither the desire nor the ability to tackle it.
So I guess you'll have to watch in your barrel on Sunday, and that means getting into it on Saturday night." The two friends swore and Leatham laughed. "Good heavens," Hilliard cried, "it means about four more nights of the damned thing. From Saturday night to Sunday night for the arrival; maybe until Monday night if she lies over to discharge the faked props on Monday.
"I am as free as the birds of the air," responded Tillotson gloomily; "the only difference is, nobody puts out crumbs for me." "I can reckon on you, then," said Glover. "I thought I could. We have known each other a long time, Tillotson. There is nothing like an old friend when one is in trouble." Mr. Tillotson assented modestly. "You won't forget about Leatham and Roberts?" he said.
After further discussion it was arranged that the friends would leave early next day for Harrogate. There Leatham would wire them on Friday the result of his negotiations about the Girondin. They could then return to Hull and get out their boat on Saturday should that be necessary.
But on looking up his records he found he could manage, so he is letting the ship come on." "Jolly good, Leatham." "The Girondin is expected about seven tomorrow evening. Benson then asked about a pilot. It seems their captain is a certified pilot of the Humber up to Ferriby, but he could not take the boat farther.
"Pretty thorough," Hilliard commented. "It's at least a blessing to be sure beyond a doubt nothing was unloaded." "We're certain enough of that," Leatham went on, "and we're certain of something else too. I arranged to drop down on the wharf when the discharging was about finished, and I had a chat with the captain; superior chap, that.
"I must admit," Leatham concluded, "that everything appeared very sound and businesslike. I had a look everywhere in that shed and enclosure, and I saw nothing even remotely suspicious. The manager's manner, too, was normal and it seems to me that either he's a jolly good actor or you two chaps are on a wild goose chase."
Merriman thanked him, and later on the two friends took the 6.35 train to Ellerby. Leatham's car was waiting for them at the station, and in a few minutes they had reached the mineowner's house. Charles Leatham was a man of about five-and-thirty, tall, broad, and of muscular build.
Then another two nights or maybe three to cover her departure. I tell you it's a tall order." "But think of the prize," Leatham smiled maliciously. "As a matter of fact I don't see any other way." "There is no other way," Merriman declared with decision. "We may just set our teeth and go through with it."
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