“The bank manager quite rightly refused. If he had shown it to me and the fact had leaked out, he would have lost the account: it’s worth a lot of money. But he did tell me the insurance money had been converted to bearer bonds and has been withdrawn from the account.”
“Did he say when?”
“Soon after probate.”
“And you have written to Miss Crosby asking her to call on you?”
“Yes. She’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.”
“When did you write to her?”
“Tuesday: five days ago.”
“Did she answer by return?”
He nodded.
“Then I don’t think she’ll keep the appointment. Anyway, we’ll see.” I tapped the ash into his silver ashtray. “All right, that covers the points we made together. Now I’d better get on with my tale.”