"But—then—well, how was the bank robbed?" Harding cried.
"I know how it was robbed; by whom it was robbed; everything," Durham replied.
"Who was it?" Wallace asked.
Durham remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"The Rider?" Harding said.
"That name will do. The Rider and another. They are both dead. I saw one die—from a bullet in the back. I fired it. I have seen the other dead from a bullet Mr. Dudgeon fired. The missing notes I have recovered. I have them here."
He put his hand inside his tunic and drew out a closely tied bundle which he laid on the table.
"Will you check them and see if the total is correct?"
"Now?" Wallace asked.
"If you please."