But just underneath the hearth-rug one of those crumpled slips of paper lay not quite hidden.

I picked it up.

It was a check." "Have you got it?
Sylvia, have you got it ?" and Garratt Skinner's voice in steady quietude matched his face.
"Yes." Sylvia opened the little bag which she carried at her wrist and took out the slip of paper.

She unfolded it and spread it on the table before her.
The inside was pink.
"A check for L480 on the London and County Bank, Victoria Street," she said.
Garrett Skinner looked over the table at the paper.

There was Wallie Hine's wavering, unfinished signature at the bottom right-hand corner.
Parminter had guided his hand as far as the end of the Christian name, before he tore the check out and threw it away.