"Your niece said something about having three hundred pounds," he remarked.
Mannering glanced towards her.
"I think," he said, "that that must be a mistake. My niece has no such sum at her command."
Clara rose to her feet.
"You may as well know everything," she said. "The Duchess of Lenchester came in and found me very unhappy this morning. I told her everything, and she offered to lend me the money. I told her then that it was only three hundred pounds. I thought that was all I owed."
"Have you made any other confidants?" Mannering asked.
"No!"
"You will return the Duchess's cheque," Mannering said. "Borrowdean, will you come this way?"