A SEARCH FOR THE LOST TREASURE.
The two steamers had passed the bend of the river, and we had gone by
forts Jackson and St. Philip without a word being said of the
historical events which were connected with them. We were too busy with
the inquiry before us to give any attention to the surroundings, though
I could see that our passengers on board the Sylvania were discussing
what they saw on the mighty river. But nothing could have been more
uninteresting than the banks of the river near its delta.
It was a season of high water, and the low lands beyond the levee on
either side were overflowed. Occasionally we passed a vessel going down
the stream, or a powerful skeleton-tug dragging a ship against the
rapid current. There was little to be seen besides the muddy flow of
the stream all around us, and the fringe of trees that grew on the
levee.
If the theory we had advanced, and supported by such evidence as we
had, was correct, the four thousand dollars the bank messenger had lost
were on board the Islander. If Nick had taken the package, he had not
left it behind him when he started out on his travels. We went down
into the after-cabin. The captain said Nick had occupied the large
state-room on the starboard side, while Cornwood had taken possession
of the corresponding one on the port side. We found enough of the
effects of each in his state-room to settle the question of his
occupancy of the room. Four thousand dollars was a large sum of money,
and we did not expect to find it lying around loosely in the room of
either.
Captain Blastblow volunteered to examine Cornwood's state-room, while I
rendered the same service in that of Nick Boomsby. I found a bundle
which contained the runaway's clothing. I searched it thoroughly, but
there was no package of any kind in it. I opened all the drawers and
lockers in the room with no better success. I tore the bed to pieces
and removed the berth sack. The latter was a hair mattress of the best
quality. I looked to see if it had been ripped open in any place, and
then felt of it in every part, but without discovering anything like a
foreign substance in it.
Under the berth, or rather bedstead, was a considerable space, where a
trunk or other package could be placed. I lighted the lamp in the
state-room, and took it from the gimbals, for it was dark under the
bed. I looked and felt in every part of the space, but I had no better
success. I examined every hole and corner in the state-room, but found
no such package as that for which I was looking.
"I find nothing that looks like money," I said to Colonel Shepard, who
was watching the operations with deep interest.
"Blastblow has no better luck in the other state-room. Do you conclude
from this fact that you have been mistaken?" inquired the owner of the
Islander.
"I do not; I feel morally sure that Nick took that money," I replied,
confidently.
"You may be mistaken, Captain Alick," added Colonel Shepard, with a
smile. "If he took the package we should be likely to find it in his
room."
"I grant that I expected to find it here; or a part of the money in
this room, and the rest of it in Cornwood's state-room," I added,
rather warmly. "There are other places where the package could have
been concealed."
"That is true; but Nick's room was the place where he was most likely
to put it."
"I think so myself; but Nick has had the advice of Cornwood since the
Islander reached Key West."
"Cornwood is a cunning rogue, I know."
"If we had suspected that Nick was on board the Islander, we might have
telegraphed to the police at Key West to arrest him and detain the
steamer," I continued. "I am satisfied that Cornwood would not have
gone to Key West if he had not expected to find Nick on board of the
Islander. At least, he would not have gone without the hundred dollars
he asked to pay his expenses in advance."
"Your logic seems to be entirely correct, but the facts so far do not
seem to bear out the theory," laughed the colonel. "But I have
recovered my steam-yacht, and I am entirely happy over the result so
far."
"I have no desire to prove that Nick Boomsby is a thief and a rascal;
on the contrary, I should be glad to have him relieved of the suspicion
that hangs to him just now. Cornwood may have considered that the
state-rooms were the most unsafe places on board of the vessel to
conceal the money, and even Nick himself may have come to this
conclusion before he had seen Cornwood."
"There is some reason in that," said the colonel. "Everybody in
Jacksonville knew that both yachts were bound to New Orleans. Nick may
have suspected that he would be charged with the robbery. He is old
enough to understand all about the telegraph, and he may have put the
money where it was not likely to be found, or if found, might not
appear to have any connection with him."
Captain Blastblow had made as thorough a search in the port as I had in
the starboard state-room, and had joined us in the cabin while we were
talking about the matter. He seemed to fall in with our reasoning, and
expressed his satisfaction that he had not been boarded by officers,
who might have suspected him of being concerned in the robbery of the
bank messenger.
"Cornwood has been on board of the Islander three days now," I said.
"Have you seen much of him, Captain Blastblow, during this time?"
"Very little indeed. From the time he came on board Sunday, I think I
hardly saw him at all until Monday afternoon. He was in close
conversation with Mr. Boomsby most of the time, the steward said to me.
The first night they sat up till after midnight; and Lonsdale says
there was a good deal of strong talk between them," replied the
captain.
"Do you know what it was about?" I asked.
"I haven't the least idea. I inquired how the passengers were getting
on, and Lonsdale told me he thought they were in some kind of a
quarrel."
"You don't spend any of your time in the cabin, do you, Captain
Blastblow?" asked the owner.
"I haven't had time even to come into it on this trip, though I intend
to go through it every day, to see that everything is in order. I have
had all I could do the last week to look out for the vessel, with two
heavy gales and plenty of fog," replied the captain. "I had to make a
harbor at Matanzas Inlet, and again at Tavernier's, for I was afraid
this little craft would roll her engine out of her."
"We kept on through the whole of it Friday night," I added.
"You were outside of the reef, and you could not make a harbor,"
retorted Captain Blastblow. "But I got to Key West two hours before you
did."
"You did not go to the assistance of a wrecked bark as I did, and land
her ship's company in Key West," I replied.
The captain of the Islander wanted to know about the wreck; and at
another time I told him all about it. We were too much concerned in
verifying our theory in relation to the robbery in Jacksonville to
agree to any long digression.
"Is the steward the only person who has been a constant visitor to the
cabin?" I asked.
"Gibbs, the waiter, did all the work in the cabin; and he must have
seen more of the passengers than even the steward," replied the
captain.
"Where is Gibbs?"
"Probably on deck, or asleep in some corner."
"Perhaps we had better call the steward and waiter," suggested Colonel
Shepard.
The captain went to the head of the companion-way, and called the
steward. Mr. Lonsdale had not spent much time in the cabin, though he
slept in one of the berths abaft the state-rooms. He confirmed the
statement of the captain that there had been a great deal of earnest
conversation between the Floridian and the "young swell." He never
listened to private conversation, and he had not the remotest idea what
they were talking about. Perhaps Gibbs, the waiter, might know more
about the matter than he did.
Gibbs was found to be fast asleep on a sofa in the after part of the
cabin. He knew nothing at all about what had happened since the
Islander came into the river, and appeared to be not a little surprised
when he saw the owner and myself. He was a light Mulatto, a very
good-looking fellow, and I judged that he was intelligent.
"Where are the passengers, Gibbs?" asked Captain Blastblow.
"I don't know, sir; somewhere about the vessel, I suppose; most likely
asleep in the staterooms," replied the waiter.
"Where do they spend their time when they are below?" continued the
captain, in an easy and indifferent tone.
Gibbs answered the question in a very indefinite manner. The passengers
were mostly in their state-rooms, on the sofa, or sitting in the
chairs.
"Have you noticed them in any particular place in the cabin, except in
their state-rooms, in the chairs, or on the sofas?" I asked, with
considerable energy, for the waiter seemed to be rather stupid and
bewildered, and I thought he needed something to wake him up.
"Yes, sir; I seen them both on the cabin floor this morning," answered
Gibbs, with more life in his tones and manner than I had seen before.
"On the floor!" exclaimed Colonel Shepard. "What were they doing on the
floor?"
"I don't know, sir. I had cleared away the breakfast-dishes, and went
on deck to smoke. I found it a little cool, and I came down again for
my coat," replied Gibbs, talking quite glibly now. "As soon as I came
down stairs, they got up."
"Where were they at the time?" I inquired.
"Right under the companion-way, sir."
"And you could not tell what they were doing on the floor?"
"No, sir; they were crawling out from under the companion-way when I
saw them."
We questioned the steward and the waiter for some time longer, but we
got nothing more out of them. We asked the captain to send them on
deck, and to direct Captain Cayo and Buck Lingley not to allow any
person to communicate with their prisoners.
The companion-way consisted of stairs with steps, but with no risers to
obstruct the light from the stern ports. It was not probable that the
passengers had secreted the bills forming the package in such a place
as this. But we carefully examined every foot of space under the
companion-way. We were about to give up the search in this part of the
cabin, when I felt something under the carpet, beneath the lower step.
I found that a portion of the carpet had been torn up, and I pulled it
over. Reaching it again, I felt the package more distinctly; but I was
disappointed because it seemed to be too small for the one that had
been lost. I drew it out.
"This can't be it," I said. "It is not more than half the size of the
one the messenger laid on the counter in the saloon."
"It ought not to be more than half as large," added the colonel. "It
appears that there has been some earnest talk among the passengers of
the Islander. What could this have been about except the division of
the spoils?"
While he was speaking, I had taken off the paper which inclosed the
package. It was the same color as that I had seen in the saloon. On
removing the covering, I came to the two tin plates, and saw a pile of
money, in bills, between them.
"Of course there is only one half of the plunder, and Boomsby divided
with Cornwood," said Colonel Shepard.
"Where is the other half?" I asked, blankly.
"I have no doubt this half belongs to my friend Mr. Boomsby; and I have
no more doubt Cornwood would have stolen it by the time they got to New
Orleans," added the colonel.
We concluded that it would not be as easy to find the second half of
the treasure as it had been the first.