"Why, certainly. I had the papers connected with Lord Russell's loans sent here. Flaggs brought 'em—and I dropped an envelope. I did drop it, because Flaggs found it here this morning."
"What was in it?" asked Sir Richard eagerly.
Flynt elevated his brows.
"Why, if you don't mind my speaking of it, there were some old notes of yours which had been renewed at various times. I make a practice of keeping the originals as a matter of precaution."
"Oh!" sighed Mortmain. "Old notes?"
"Old notes," answered Flynt. "Notes taken up and renewed by others."
"Ah!" sighed Mortmain again. "You did drop them, but not in the study. I found them on the street. They gave me quite a turn."
"Well, we will tear them up now," laughed Flynt.
"Pardon me, sir," said Joyce, opening the door and handing a long box to Miss Fickles; "some roses with Lady Bella Forsythe's compliments, and 'opin' as 'ow you'll soon be all right again, sir."