information. We went in (as I suppose you did yourself) on observation.”
“An observer, sir?” inquired the judge.
“I may say it is my trade—or, rather, was,” said I.
“Well now, and what did you think of Bellairs?” he asked.
“Very little indeed,” said I.
“I may tell you,” continued the judge, “that to me, the employment of a fellow like that appears inexplicable. I knew him; he knows me, too; he has often heard from me in court; and I assure you the man is utterly blown upon; it is not safe to trust him with a dollar; and here we find him dealing up to fifty thousand. I can't think who can have so trusted him, but I am very sure it was a stranger in San Francisco.”
“Someone for the owners, I suppose,” said I.
“Surely not!” exclaimed the judge. “Owners in London can have nothing to say to opium smuggled between Hong Kong and San Francisco. I should rather fancy they would be the last to hear of it—until the ship was seized. No; I was thinking of the captain. But where would he get the money—above all, after having laid out so much to buy the stuff in China?—unless, indeed, he were acting for some one in 'Frisco; and in that case—here we go round again in the vicious circle—Bellairs would not have been employed.”
“I think I can assure you it was not the captain,” said I; “for he and Bellairs are not acquainted.”
“Wasn't that the captain with the red face and coloured handkerchief? He seemed to me to follow Bellairs's game with the most thrilling interest,” objected Mr. Morgan.
“Perfectly true,” said I. “Trent is deeply interested; he very likely knew Bellairs, and he certainly knew what he was there for; but I can put my hand in the fire that Bellairs didn't know Trent.”
