Mr. Carrington started and said sharply: "Why, that must be where the rubber shares went to."
"What rubber shares?" said Mr. Flexen.
"We can't lay our hands on a block of rubber shares Lord Loudwater owned.
The certificate isn't among his scrip—he kept all his scrip at the
Castle—he wouldn't keep it at his bank. Those rubber shares were worth
just about twelve thousand pounds."
"Well, there you are," said Mr. Flexen.
"No, I'm not, I tell you I don't believe in that gift—not even in the circumstances. Lord Loudwater would a thousand times rather have gone on paying the allowance—as little of it as he could. There's something fishy—very fishy—about it, I tell you," said Mr. Carrington vehemently.
"And where did the fishiness come in?" said Mr. Flexen.
Mr. Carrington was silent, frowning. Then he said: "I'll—I'll be hanged if I can see."
Mr. Flexen rose sharply and said: "There's only one point in the affair where it could have come in as far as I can see. I should like to examine Lord Loudwater's letter of instruction to his bankers."
"By George! You've got it," said Mr. Carrington.
"Well, can we get a look at it?" said Mr. Flexen.