“Is that foul play or accident, Captain Barclay?” asked my second mate, demurely.

“You are quite right, Mr. Allardyce.  The man has been murdered—­struck down from above by a sharp and heavy weapon.  But who was he, and why did they murder him?”

“He was a common seaman, sir,” said the mate.  “You can see that if you look at his fingers.”  He turned out his pockets as he spoke and brought to light a pack of cards, some tarred string, and a bundle of Brazilian tobacco.

“Hello, look at this!” said he.

It was a large, open knife with a stiff spring blade which he had picked up from the floor.  The steel was shining and bright, so that we could not associate it with the crime, and yet the dead man had apparently held it in his hand when he was struck down, for it still lay within his grasp.

“It looks to me, sir, as if he knew he was in danger and kept his knife handy,” said the mate.  “However, we can’t help the poor beggar now.  I can’t make out these things that are lashed to the wall.  They seem to be idols and weapons and curios of all sorts done up in old sacking.”

“That’s right,” said I.  “They are the only things of value that we are likely to get from the cargo.  Hail the barque and tell them to send the other quarter-boat to help us to get the stuff aboard.”

While he was away I examined this curious plunder which had come into our possession.  The curiosities were so wrapped up that I could only form a general idea as to their nature, but the striped box stood in a good light where I could thoroughly examine it.  On the lid, which was clamped and cornered with metal-work, there was engraved a complex coat of arms, and beneath it was a line of Spanish which I was able to decipher as meaning, “The treasure-chest of Don Ramirez di Leyra, Knight of the Order of Saint James, Governor and Captain-General of Terra Firma and of the Province of Veraquas.”  In one corner was the date, 1606, and on the other a large white label, upon which was written in English, “You are earnestly requested, upon no account, to open this box.”  The same warning was repeated underneath in Spanish.  As to the lock, it was a very complex and heavy one of engraved steel, with a Latin motto, which was above a seaman’s comprehension.  By the time I had finished this examination of the peculiar box, the other quarter-boat with Mr. Armstrong, the first officer, had come alongside, and we began to carry out and place in her the various curiosities which appeared to be the only objects worth moving from the derelict ship.  When she was full I sent her back to the barque, and then Allardyce and I, with the carpenter and one seaman, shifted the striped box, which was the only thing left, to our boat, and lowered it over, balancing it upon the two middle thwarts, for it was so heavy that it would have given the boat a dangerous tilt had we placed it at either end.  As to the dead man, we left him where we