A nice convenient little spot for our friend here
to carry on his good work. Just a few words to say that he didn't want to
be disturbed in his study, a locked door, a rug moved, and--there you
are! He was free from all prying eyes to investigate the way things were
going, and to personally supervise the hiding of the gold. While outside
upon the Fens men were being killed like rats, because one or two of them
chose to use their intelligence, and wanted to find out what the flames
really were. They found out all right, poor devils, and their widows
waited for them in vain.
"And what does he do with all this gold, you ask? Why, ship it, by using
an electrical factory where he makes tubings and fittings--and a good
deal of mischief, to boot. The sovereigns are hidden as you have seen,
and are shipped out at night in fishing boats, loaded below the water
mark--I've helped with the loading myself, so I know--_en route_ for
Belgium, where his equally creditable brother, Adolph, receives the
tubes and invariably ships them back as being of the wrong gauge.
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