Fathom Quay appeared in eleven freight entries before Barnaby found one worth keeping beside the survivor’s extract.
The others concerned ordinary goods. Rope. Salt. A machine part whose owner had complained about the cost of its packing.
A port was not a confession.
Barnaby set the permitted date range beside the carrier references and opened the underlying receipts.
The protected original remained with the independent advocate. Nothing on his working sheet identified Reuben Thale’s current lodging.
The estate copy clerk placed a handsome summary beside him.
Agricultural machinery occupied one neat line.
“The breakdown?” Barnaby asked.
