The fourth man advanced and inspected it in his turn.
‘It’s the same one,’ he said confidently. ‘I know, because I thought that split was the shape of my hand, and so it is.’
He placed his hand on the adjoining stave, and there certainly was a rude resemblance in shape.
‘I suppose neither of you men remember what you packed in it, or whom it was for?’
‘As far as I remember,’ said the third man, ‘it was a statue of three or four women, but I don’t remember who it was for.’
‘It wasn’t for a man called Felix, of London?’
‘I remember the name, but I can’t say if it was for him.’
‘Thank you. Would you tell me how it was packed? What steadied the group?’
‘Sawdust, monsieur, simply sawdust, carefully rammed.’
‘Can you tell me if the railway cart took it from here, or how did it go?’