And his crestfallen countenance showed some ugly misgiving had flashed on him quite suddenly.
“What sir? what?” asked Skinner eagerly.
“The receipt!”
CHAPTER XXIII
“THE receipt? Oh, is that all? You have got that,” said Skinner very coolly.
“What makes you think so?” inquired the other keenly. He instantly suspected Skinner of having it.
“Why, sir, I saw it in his hand.”
“Then it has got to Albion Villa, and we are ruined.”
“No, no, sir; you won't hear me: I am sure I saw it fall out of his hand when he was taken ill; and I think, but I won't be sure, he fell on it. Anyway, there was nothing in his hands when I delivered him at Albion Villa; so it must be here. I daresay you have thrown it into a drawer or somewhere, promiscuously.”