‘No, he had not. I did wrong,’ said Dolores, firmly.
He wrinkled up his forehead, so that the point of his wig went upwards, and proceeded to inquire whether she had herself given the cheque to the prisoner.
‘I sent it.’
‘Did you post it?’
‘Not myself. I gave it to Miss Constance Hacket to send it for me.’
‘Can you swear to the sum for which it was drawn when you parted with it?’
‘Yes. I looked at it to see whether it was pounds or guineas.’
‘Did you give it loose or in an envelope?’
‘In an envelope.’
‘Was any other person aware of your doing so?’