"That's business," said Job as he read it.
He did not leave the ship again, and the following morning the chief officer put his head in at the door of his cabin and said—
"It's come, sir."
"What's come?" asked Job.
"The consignment from the office."
"Good lord, you don't say so. What is it?"
"Cases. Tinned stuff and bottled stuff."
Captain Seagrave went out to inspect.
Piled up on the deck were over a dozen cases, and his practised eye saw at a glance they were of the right sort.
"Any message with them?"