"I'd to convince 'em of the absolute necessity of information, too, before I got any! But I got some--at the third attempt.

On the day previous to that on which Collishaw handed that fifty pounds to Stebbing, a certain Wrychester man drew fifty pounds in gold at his bank.

Who do you think he was ?" "Who--who ?" demanded Mitchington.
Jettison leaned half-across the desk.
"Bryce!" he said in a whisper.

"Bryce!" Mitchington sat up in his chair and opened his mouth in sheer astonishment.
"Good heavens!" he muttered after a moment's silence.

"You don't mean it ?" "Fact!" answered Jettison.