"Then if she robbed anybody she robbed you?"
"Certainly; and three years later she came and told me so."
"Then how in the world does it concern me?" cried Harry impatiently.
"You put your finger on the spot, Mr Tristram, but
you took it off again. You said she presented the authority all the same."
"Yes. The authority would be revoked by his death. At least I suppose there's no question of that? Did she get at them before they heard of the death?"
"This money was payable on the 22nd June—the 10th as it's reckoned in Russia—but we needn't trouble about that. As you and Neeld are both aware, on the 18th my brother fell into a collapse which was mistaken for death."
"Yes, the 18th," murmured Neeld, referring to the paper before him, and reading Josiah Cholderton's account of what Madame de Kries had told him at Heidelberg.
"From that attack he rallied temporarily, but not until his death had been reported."
"I am not the man to forget that circumstance," said Harry.