“Nearly a mile from the docks, D.C. Motliwala was sitting on his third floor veranda. A bar of gold crashed through the roof and lay on the veranda floor.
“The million pounds-worth of gold had disintegrated.”
Now there’s something you don’t see every day.
What an horrific event!
I wonder how many gold bars went unaccounted for, as opposed to “disintegrated”...
It’s happened to me so many times that I’ve grown tired of patching the roof and sweeping up gold dust.
/s