‘Yes, and dated the 19th of August.’
‘Just before Maurice went.’
There was a sudden silence, for the door opened; but it was to admit Miss Mohun, who began, ‘Oh! Rotherwood, you are too munificent. Why, what’s the matter?’ Lady Merrifield hastily explained, as far as she yet understood, what had brought him.
‘How did they get the cheque?’ she asked.
‘Sent up from the country bank where it had been cashed—Darminster.’
‘Ah!’ came from both the aunts.
Lord Rotherwood went on. ‘They asked me who Miss Dolores Mohun was, and I could do no otherwise than tell them, and likewise where to find her, but I explained that she is a mere child; and I told them I would come down here, so I hope you will have as little annoyance as possible.’
‘It is very good of you, Rotherwood, but I can’t understand it at all. Was her name on the back?’
‘Certainly; I told them I thought the whole thing must be a well got up forgery, and a confidential clerk was to go down today to Darminster to try to find out who gave it in there.’
‘Darminster! Flinders!’ ejaculated Miss Mohun.