“Exactly.”
“How do you know he gave him that amount?”
Billie ran his hand inside his shirt and pulled forth the big envelope he had taken from Don Pablo’s secretary.
“I couldn’t swear to it yet,” he said; “because I have not looked inside this envelope; but, if I am not mistaken there is that sum in drafts on the Bank of England in this envelope.”
With trembling fingers he tore open the wrapper, and there, just as he had expected, were the drafts—ten, each for a thousand pounds!
“And who was the man?” asked Lieutenant Grant.
“I don’t know, but I had hoped that the name on the drafts might tell.”
The lieutenant examined them carefully. Then he shook his head. “No,” he said, “there is nothing to show by whom they were drawn. They are simply bank checks of one of the largest banks in New York on the Bank of England, with whom
they doubtless have a large account. They are made payable to Pablo Ojeda, and, so far as the checks go to show, might have been purchased by Don Pablo himself. However, in the expert hands of the United States Secret Service, we may be able to find out whose money this really is.”
At this information Billie’s face fell.