At the conclusion, Mr. Job loosed his neckcloth and spoke--

"That book, sir, ought to be lyin' at the bottom of the sea. It was

lost on the evening of September the 3rd, 1886, on board a yacht that

went down with all hands. Now I'll tell you all about it. There was a

gentleman called Blake staying over at Port William that summer--that's

four miles up the coast, you know."

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