He must have realized vast amounts in cash! Where is it!" "At his bankers'-- in Newcastle, my dear madam!" replied Mr.Portlethorpe.
"Where else should it be?
He has not yet made the purchase he contemplated, so of course the necessary funds are waiting until he does.
I cannot but think that you and Mr.Lindsey are mistaken, and that there will be some proper and adequate explanation of all this, and--" "Portlethorpe!" exclaimed Mr.Lindsey, "that's no good.

Things have gone too far.

Whether this man's Sir Gilbert Carstairs or an impostor, he did his best to murder my clerk, and we suspect him of the murder of Crone, and he's going to be brought to justice--that's flat! And your duty at present is to fall in with us to this extent--you must adopt Mrs.
Ralston's suggestion, and ascertain how money matters stand.

As Mrs.
Ralston rightly says, by the sale of these properties a vast amount of ready money must have been accumulated, and at this man's disposal, Portlethorpe!--we must know if it's true!" "How can I tell you that ?" demanded Mr.Portlethorpe, who was growing more and more nervous and peevish.

"I've nothing to do with Sir Gilbert Carstairs' private banking account.