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Port William, and in the newspapers. Short-handed as they were, of course they'd no business to carry on as they did--'specially as my wife declares from her looks that Mrs. Blake was feelin' faint afore they started. She always seemed to me a weak, timmersome woman at the best; small and ailin' to look at." "And Mr. Blake?" "Oh, he was a strong-made gentleman: tall, with a big red beard." "The son?" "Took after his father, only he hadn't any beard; a fine upstanding pair." "And no trace was ever found of them?" "Not a stick nor a shred." "But about this Visitors' Book? You'll swear they took it with them? See, there's not a stain of salt-water upon it." "No, there isn't; but I'll swear young Mr. Blake had it in his hand as he went from my door." I said, "Mr. Job, I've kept you already too long from your dinner. Go and eat, and ask them to send in something for me. Afterwards, I want you to come with me and take a look at my yacht, that is lying just outside the haven." As we started from the shore Mr. Job, casting his eyes over the _Siren_, remarked, "That's a very pretty yawl of yours, sir." As we drew nearer, he began to eye her uneasily. "She has been lengthened some five or six feet," I said; "she was a cutter to begin with." "Lord help us!" then said Mr. Job, in a hoarse whisper. "She's the _Queen of Sheba_. I'd swear to her run anywhere--ay, or to that queer angle of her hawse-holes." A close examination confirmed Mr. Job that my yacht was no other than the lost _Queen of Sheba_, lengthened and altered in rig. It persuaded me, too. I turned back to Plymouth, and, leaving the boat in Cattewater, drove to the Millbay Station and took a ticket for Bristol. Arriving there just twenty-four hours after my interview with Mr. Job, I made my way to Mrs. Carlingford's lodgings. She had left them two years before; nothing was known of her whereabouts. The landlady could not even tell me whether she had moved from Bedminster: And so I had to let the matter rest. But just fourteen days ago I received the following letter, dated from a workhouse in one of the Midland counties:-- "DEAR SIR,--I am a dying woman, and shall probably be dead before this reaches you. The doctor says he cannot give me forty-eight hours. It is _angina pectoris_, and I suffer horribly at times. The yacht you purchased of me is not the _Wasp_, but the _Queen of Sheba_. My husband
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