“Manners would deal with it at first, Mr. Morgan,” he answered, “but he would hand it over to us when he saw what the object was. I think we’ll call for him on the way down, and that will put the thing in order. Can you come down now, sir?”
“Certainly. That’s what I intended.”
“Then we’ll get away at once. Just let me get my bicycle lamp.” He turned to a constable. “Williames, you and Smith get another light and take the handcart down to the lifeboat slip. Watson, take charge in my absence. Now, Mr. Morgan, if you are ready.”
It was quite dark as the two men turned towards the harbour. Later there would be a quarter-moon, but it had not yet risen. The night was calm and fine, but a little sharpness was creeping into the air. Except for the occasional rush of a motor passing on the road and sounds of shunting from the docks, everything was very still.
“Just where did you say you found the crate, Mr. Morgan?” the sergeant asked.
“Off Llanelly; off the sea end of the breakwater and on the far side of the channel.”
“The Gower side? Far from the channel?”
“The Gower side, yes. But not far from the channel. I should say just on the very edge.”
“You didn’t mark the place?”
“Not with a buoy. I hadn’t one, and if I had I should not have thought it worth while. But I took bearings. I could find the place within a few feet.”