Here Charles came in, cheery and rosy from the nip of the cold.
"I have made arrangements to go to New Castle to-day," said Anthony.
Charles threw his cloak to a porter, and looked at his nephew in surprise.
"Why?" he asked.
"To look at the roads, to get the position of the ship, and study the chances of getting the cargo up to the city."
Charles laughed good-humoredly.
"Well, thank God, you've got an active mind," said he. "But here's a thing, I'm afraid, that's bigger than you think for."
"That can't be told until the conditions are known to a certainty," said Anthony. "If the roads are as I have been assured they are, and sledges are to be had, I can bring the important details of the Stark's cargo into the warehouse in ten days' time."
Charles looked at him for a moment, and then turned to Weir.
"What do you think?" he asked.