"Have been paid in to the credit of a customer, or part of them."
"Numbers?" Prout snapped. "Which part of them?"
"190753 to 190792," the cashier replied.
"Every note," Prout cried, "every blessed note mentioned in the dead's man's letter."
[CHAPTER X.]
A POLICY OF SILENCE.
Gilbert Lawrence lighted a cigarette and waited for Bruce to speak. It wanted some little time to luncheon. The doctor's statement was likely to add piquancy to the meal.
"Well, one hears some queer things," the novelist said at length. "I've been fascinated with that corner house for years. As I told you before, I built up a romance round it. Some day I mean to take the papers out of my pigeonhole and work it up."
"Did you ever put me in it?" Bruce asked gravely.