“Call William Tomkin Tomkinson.”
The Bank Manager stood trembling in the box, all the timidity of his soul brought to the surface by the unusual situation in which he found himself.
“What quantity of gold do you suppose your agent, Mr. Zahn, was bringing to town when he was thus foully murdered?” asked the Crown Prosecutor.
“I really don’t know the exact amount, but I should imagine it was between £15,000 and £20,000.”
“You know the prisoner?”
“I have met him in the way of business?”
“What was the nature of his business?”
“He came to ask the Bank to send an agent to the field for the purpose of buying gold.”
“And you told him you would send one?”
“I called Mr. Zahn into my room. I told him he would be sent to the field, and I suggested that the prisoner should conduct him to Canvas Town.”