"I can answer that question best," said Ezra quickly, before Keith could speak. "Yes, he had plenty; my father, as you know, was a moneylender as well as a pawnbroker, and, as he took advantage of his possession of money to extort high interest, I know it made a lot of people feel bitter against him."
"Considering that you are his son, sir," said Naball, in a tone of rebuke, "you do not speak very well of the dead."
"I have not much cause to," rejoined Ezra bitterly; "he was father to me in name only. But you need not make any comments--my duty to my father's memory is between myself and my conscience. I have answered your question--he had many enemies."
"So I believe also," said Keith slowly; "but I don't think any one was so hostile as to desire his death."
"As you don't think so," observed Naball sharply, "I myself believe that the murder was committed for the sake of robbery."
"That's easily seen," said Ezra calmly, "from the fact of the safe being open and the money gone."
"That might have been a blind," retorted Naball quickly, "but you talk of money being stolen; I think, Mr. Stewart, in your evidence to-day you said they were bank notes?"
"Yes; twenty ten-pound notes," replied Keith.
"Do you know the numbers of them?"
"No; I never thought of taking the numbers."