The constable searched Crawley amid the intense anxiety of all present. He found a bundle of notes. There was a universal cry.
“Stop, sir!” said Robinson, “to make sure I will describe our property—seventy notes of one hundred pounds each. Numbers one five six naught to one six two nine.”
Mr. Williams examined the bundle, and at once handed them over to Robinson, who shoved them hastily into George's hands and danced for joy.
Mr. Williams looked ruefully at Meadows, then he hesitated; then, turning sharply to Crawley, he said, “Where did you get these?”
Meadows tried to catch his eye and prevail on him to say nothing; but Crawley, who had not heard Levi's evidence, made sure of saving himself by means of Meadows' reputation.
“I had them from Mr. Meadows,” he cried; “and what about it? it is not the first time he has trusted me with much larger sums than that.”
“Oh! you had them from Mr. Meadows?”
“Yes, I had!”
“Mr. Meadows, I am sorry to say I must commit you; but I still hope you will clear yourself elsewhere.”
“I have not the least uneasiness about that, sir, thank you. You will admit me to bail, of course?”