Monday morning brought a visitor to Manchester in the portly shape of Chief Inspector Claud Eustace Teal, who automatically came north at the news of the sensational arrest. which had been the front-page splash of every newspaper in the kingdom. But the expert witness who came with him caused a much greater sensation. He examined the contents of the two envelopes, and scratched his head.
"Is this a joke?" he demanded. "Every one of these bonds is perfectly genuine. There isn't a forgery among them."
The local inspector's eyes popped half-way out of his head.
"Are you sure?" he blurted.
"Of course I'm sure," snapped the disgusted expert. "Any fool can see that with half an eye. Did I have to give up a perfectly good day's golf to tell you that?"
Chief Inspector Teal was not interested in the expert's golf. He sat on a bench and held his head in his hands. He was not quite certain how it had been worked, but he knew there was something very wrong somewhere.
Presently he looked up.
"And Deever struck him in the office — that isn't denied?"
"No, sir," admitted the local inspector. "Mr. Deever said —"
"And you marched Templar through the streets in broad daylight, handcuffed to a constable?"