looked like a sailor. And indeed a few questions elicited the
information that he was a retired sea-captain. He gave his
evidence gruffly but honestly, and although he kept so shady a
public-house, seemed straightforward enough. He told much the
same tale as had appeared in the newspapers. In the hotel on
that night there was only himself, his wife and two children, and
the staff of servants. Bolton retired to bed saying that he
might start early for Gartley, and paid one pound to get the case
taken across to river and placed on a lorry. As Bolton had
vanished next morning, Quass obeyed instructions, with the result
which everyone knew. He also stated that he did not know the
case contained a mummy.

"What did you think it contained?" asked the Coroner quickly.

"Clothes and curios from foreign parts," said the witness coolly.

"Did Mr. Bolton tell you so?"

"He told me nothing about the case," growled the witness, "but he
chatted a lot about Malta, which I know well, having put into
that port frequent when a sailor."

"Did he hint at any rows taking place at Malta?"

"No, he didn't."

"Did he say that he had enemies?"

"No, he didn't."