When he arrived at the Never-say-die Insurance Company Office, he sent in his card to the assistant manager, and in a few minutes was shown into Malton's room, where that individual received him with visible uneasiness.
"Well, Naball, and what brings you here?" he asked, watching the detective's face stealthily.
"Only a little business, in which I want your help," said Naball, taking the note out of his pocket-book. "Can you tell me where you got that?"
Malton's pink-and-white complexion grew a little pale, but he laughed in a forced manner as he glanced at the note.
"Got this?" he said. "I can't tell you. Was it ever in my possession?"
"It was," asserted Naball. "You gave it to Mortimer the day before yesterday."
"Oh, yes, I remember now," said Malton quickly. "He won it off me at cards."
"Exactly. Where did you get the note?"
Malton shifted uneasily in his seat, and his nether lip twitched uneasily.
"I'm afraid I can hardly remember," he murmured, pushing back his chair.