And we've found something out--through one of the banks yonder at Peebles." He looked at us as if to see if we were impressed; seeing, at any rate, that we were deeply interested, he went on.
"It appears--I'll tell you the story in order, as it were," he said--"it appears that about eight months ago the agent of the British Linen Bank at Peebles got a letter from one John Phillips, written from a place called Colon, in Panama--that's Central America, as you'll be aware--enclosing a draft for three thousand pounds on the International Banking Corporation of New York.

The letter instructed the Peebles agent to collect this sum and to place it in his bank to the writer's credit.
Furthermore, it stated that the money was to be there until Phillips came home to Scotland, in a few months' time from the date of writing.

This, of course, was all done in due course--there was the three thousand pounds in Phillips's name.

There was a bit of correspondence between him at Colon and the bank at Peebles--then, at last, he wrote that he was leaving Panama for Scotland, and would call on the bank soon after his arrival.

And on the morning of the day on which he was murdered, Phillips did call at the bank and established his identity, and so on, and he then drew out five hundred pounds of his money--two hundred pounds in gold, and the rest in small notes; and, Mr.Lindsey, he carried that sum away with him in a little handbag that he had with him." Mr.Lindsey, who had been listening with great attention, nodded.
"Aye!" he said.