“Said so. Said Corwin ‘ad no money on ‘im when ‘e was arrested. A few crowns, is all. So if ‘e robbed the Genoan, then where’s all the money, eh? Where is it?”
Darnley looked mystefied. “I have no idea, Bobby. Where?”
“Need ‘t ‘ave ‘nother drink,” slurred Speed.
“And so you shall,” said Darnley, refilling his tankard from the pitcher. He watched intently as Speed drank with greedy swallows. “So,” he said, when Speed set down the tankard, “what did Tuck say happened to the money?”
“ ‘Twas all stashed away, y’know,” said Speed.
Darnley’s eyes lit up. “Where?”
“Ssshhh! ‘Tis a secret?” Speed whispered, putting his finger to his lips.
Darnley lowered his voice. “I shall not tell a soul! Cross my heart!” He performed the gesture. “However did Tuck know the Genoan’s money was all stashed away?”
“The daughter told ‘im,” Speed replied.
“Leonardo’s daughter?”
“Aye.” Speed’s cheeks puffed out again and a low rumble issued from his throat. He patted his stomach. “Settle down there,” he said, and then broke wind prodigiously.
“S’trewth!” said McEnery, waving his hand before his face. “Smells like something bloody died in there!”
“Be quiet, Bruce,” said Darnley, softy, but the tone of his voice demanded immediate obedience. McEnery fell silent instantly. “So the wench knew where the money was hidden?”
“Aye, she did,” said Speed. “Gold coins, moneys o’ account and letters o’ credit and what all… a bloody fortune, Tuck said. All stashed away! An’ they never even found it! Leonardo took the secret to ‘is grave! The poor, old sod.”
“Astonishing!” said Darnley, pouring him more beer. “And so where was it all hidden?”
“In a chest!” said Speed.
Darnley’s eyes narrowed. “A chest! The devil you say! He had all that money just hidden in a chest? Why, ‘tis not a very clever hiding place, if you ask me. You might think that anyone could find it in a chest.”
“Ooooh, ‘twas a special chest, this one,” said Speed, leaning close to him and nearly falling off his stool. “Wif a secret compartment inside it! Sssh! Mustn’t let anybody know, Tuck said. ‘Tis a secret?” He held up his forefinger and moved it around unsteadily in front of his mouth, but could not seem to make the connection between the finger and his lips.
“Mum’s the word,” said Darnley. “Where is this chest now? Still at the merchant’s house?”
“Nah,” said Speed, shaking his head, then grabbing it with both hands, as if to steady it. “Hooo! Head spinnin’ round!”
“Have some more beer,” said Darnley, pouring. “Hair o’ the dog. Settle things down. So… what happened to this chest?”
“Tuck an’ Ben brought it to the shop,” said Speed, “for safe-keepin’.”
“You mean Liam Bailey’s shop?” asked Darnley, his gaze so intense that his eyes seemed to glitter.
“Aye,” said Speed, nodding heavily. “For safe… keepin’.” He slumped forward and his head struck the table with a thud.
“Bobby?” Darnley said. He reached out and took a handful of Speed’s hair and raised his head up, then let it drop back down onto the table. “Dead to the world,” he pronounced.
“The chest!” McEnery said, eagerly. “I remember that old chest!”
“Bloody old sea chest,” Darnley said.
“Heavy old thing,” said McEnery. “We just dumped it out onto the floor. Damn! We should have looked at it more closely! But who would have thought it had a secret compartment?”
“ ‘T
would be just like a rich man to hide all his money inside a battered old chest, where no one would think to look,” said Darnley. “But now we know just where to look, don’t we?”