Chips started.
“What money, sir?”
“Didn’t you go to collect a private debt?”
“I don’t know how you knew, sir.”
“I happen to know that Rutter had a good deal of money on Saturday, and that he never as a rule has half enough.”
“Yes, sir; he paid me back every penny,” said Chips, without attempting to escape.
He was in fact extremely interested in this question of the money, which had been driven out of his mind by other matters, only to return now with evident and yet puzzling significance. He was wondering whether this was not a point on which he could confide honourably in Heriot, since Jan had laid no embargo on the subject. He might only have forgotten to do so—Chips had a high conception of honour in such matters—but anything to throw light on the mystery before it was too late!
“Now, you and Rutter have been great friends, haven’t you, Carpenter?”
It was the skilful questioner proceeding on his own repugnant lines.
“Yes, sir, I think we have, on the whole.”