Bryce gave us that information about the fifty pounds.

Now I'm going to tell Bryce straight out that I've gone into that matter in my own fashion--a fashion he evidently never thought of--and ask him to explain why he drew a similar amount in gold.

Come on round to his rooms." But Bryce was not to be found at his rooms--had not been back to his rooms, said his landlady, since he had ridden away early in the morning: all she knew was that he had ordered his dinner to be ready at his usual time that evening.

With that the two men had to be content, and they went back to the police-station still discussing the situation.

And they were still discussing it an hour later when a telegram was handed to Mitchington, who tore it open, glanced over its contents and passed it to his companion who read it aloud.
"Meet me with Jettison Wrychester Station on arrival of five-twenty express from London mystery cleared up guilty men known--Ransford." Jettison handed the telegram back.
"A man of his word!" he said.