As they had obtained 8,750 pounds for a vessel worth about one-quarter of the sum, they had good reason to be satisfied.

It mattered not a jot to them that the sale was made "as from September 1st," or any other date.

They signed the desired quittance, cabled Schmidt again to ask if Senhor Pondillo was in need of other ships of the _Unser Fritz_ class, and the members of the firm indulged that evening in the best dinner that the tip-top restaurant of Hamburg could supply.
They were puzzled next day by certain statements in the newspapers, and were called on to explain to a number of journalists that the ship had left their ownership.

She was at Maceio.

Where was Maceio?
Somewhere in South America.
"_Es ist nicht von Bedeutung_," said the senior partner to his associates.