Dutch nodded, and then looked uneasily at the Cuban, whose presence seemed to fill him with a vague trouble.
“I’ve got an important contract on too,” continued Parkley.
“A contract?” said the Cuban. “A new machine?”
“No, no; a bond such as we must have to do certain work.”
“Yes, yes. I see.”
“I’ve got to empty a ship off the coast here. She went down, laden with copper.”
“I must see that,” cried the Cuban, excitedly. “Where is it? Let us go. I must see the men go under water.”
“All in good time, sir—all in good time; for I must finish that job first. Well, Rasp,” he continued, as that worthy came in.
“It’s Mrs Pug, sir. Shall I show her in?”
“No, no,” exclaimed Dutch, eagerly.