dinary. So I went to the city marshal, and induced him and his constables to make a thorough search of Hawksley’s place, but not a sign of a living thing, except Hawksley himself, was to be seen. The upper story was just a comfortable living place. The shop was just as it had looked for years. The cellar was full of casks, with movable lids, each containing liquid. Hawksley warned us not to put a finger into one of them, on pain of fearful burning. This made me suspicious.
"A body might be hid in one of these big casks," I said to the head constable. "Let's dump the whole cargo."
At this Hawksley showed the first sign of fright.
"Would you ruin me by spoiling the labor of a lifetime?" he cried.
"Then give us something to poke into them," I demanded.
He calmed down and fetched an iron rod, with which we stirred up every cask in the cellar, but not one of them contained anything but ill-smelling liquids.
After spending more than two hours in searching, sounding walls, rummaging cupboards and corners and finding nothing, we had to give up. The constables called me a fool and Hawksley's curious neighbors idiots, and I could only vent my own vexation on the grocer and chandler, at whose instigation I had caused the search. Yet, I found him as firm in his belief as ever.
Then I began a systematic search of the city, offered a reward, and did everything anybody could suggest to get a trace of my father, but nothing came of it. We had begun to discharge cargo when he disappeared, and had finished and reloaded, and still he was not heard from. He had sometimes remained away from his ship a few days at a time, but never without leaving word, and I came to the conclusion that he had been waylaid on the docks—a common thing in those days—and been thrown overboard, and that I should never see him again.
So, when sailing day came, and the owners were willing to give me charge of the ship, I had to go. But before we sailed, I had one more visit from Higham.
"Your father never came out of that place again, Burke," he said with the tone of certainty, "and there'll be other disap-
