On that instant Durham acted.
Straight at the face of the man beside him he hit, and as his clenched fist came in contact with the bearded face, he ducked.
A shrill cry came from the man he had struck, almost simultaneously with the report of a revolver-shot.
Durham heard a scream of pain from Dudgeon, but before he could know more there was a crashing blow on his head, and he fell senseless to the floor.
CHAPTER X
"FOOLED"
In the dining-room of the bank Wallace, Harding, and Mrs. Eustace sat.
"I have no alternative," Wallace said. "My instructions are peremptory on the subject. If, after investigation, I considered the suspicion against your husband as well founded, I was to request you to leave the bank premises without delay."