Sir Reginald was still drumming with the end of his pencil on the edge of the bureau. "I'm sure you'll answer me a few questions, Mr. Rupert. They'll be brief and to the point, and I hope your answers will be the same."
Rupert nodded. "I've already told you I've nothing to say. If you believe me to be innocent why do you want to question me?"
Sir Reginald shrugged his shoulders. Drawing forward a sheet of paper he picked up a pen and dipped it in the ink.
"On what date did you receive this cheque?"
Rupert told him. He answered sharply in a high-pitched tone of voice. He felt he was on the defensive, and he resented the feeling.
"I presume you looked at it?" Rupert nodded. "You saw the amount for which it was drawn? What was the amount?"
"Five pounds."
"What did you do with it?"
"I can't remember. I think I left it on the table with my father's letter."
"What were your movements that morning?"