Digital heart book

Find one of them in the photograph, and I'll be
obliged."
Nares compared the two in silence. "Well," he said at
last, "I call this rather a relief: seems to clear the
horizon. We might have guessed at something of the
kind from the double ration of chests that figured."
"Does it explain anything?" I asked.
"It would explain everything," Nares replied, "but for
the steam-crusher. It'll all tally as neat as a patent
puzzle, if you leave out the way these people bid the
wreck up. And there we come to a stone wall. But
whatever it is, Mr. Dodd, it's on the crook."
"And looks like piracy," I added.
"Looks like blind hookey!" cried the captain. "No,
don't you deceive yourself; neither your head nor mine
is big enough to put a name on this business.
CHAPTER XV


THE CARGO OF THE "FLYING SCUD"
IN my early days I was a man, the most wedded to his
idols of my generation. I was a dweller under roofs;
the gull of that which we call civilisation; a
superstitious votary of the plastic arts; a cit, and a
prop of restaurants.


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