"It would do him a world of good; me, too." "He said he couldn't afford either the time or the money," said Mr.
Chalk.

"The thing to do would be to combine business with pleasure--to take a yacht and find a sunken galleon loaded with gold pieces.

I've heard of such things being done." "I've heard of it," said the captain, nodding.
"Bottom of the ocean must be paved with them in places," said Mr.
Tredgold, rising, and following Miss Drewitt, who had gone into the garden to plant seeds.
Mr.Chalk refilled his pipe and, accepting a match from the captain, smoked slowly.

His gaze was fixed on the window, but instead of Dialstone Lane he saw tumbling blue seas and islets far away.
"That's something you've never come across, I suppose, Captain Bowers ?" he remarked at last.
"No," said the other.
Mr.Chalk, with a vain attempt to conceal his disappointment, smoked on for some time in silence.

The blue seas disappeared, and he saw instead the brass knocker of the house opposite.
"Nor any other kind of craft with treasure aboard, I suppose ?" he suggested, at last.
The captain put his hands on his knees and stared at the floor.