Durham brushed aside the volley of questions directed at him as to how it came about that he had returned on foot. Passing into the bank he asked Harding to come with him into the manager's office, and told Brennan to clear everyone else out of the building.
As soon as he had heard Harding's account of what had happened, he produced the handkerchief bearing Eustace's name.
"Can you identify that?" he asked. "It is marked, but I want to know if you can recognise it apart from the name it bears?"
"It is like the handkerchiefs I use," Harding answered, as he pulled one out of his pocket. "Eustace and I ordered some to be sent up, and we divided them, taking half each."
"Did you mark them?"
"Mrs. Eustace did that for us. Is the name on this?"
He turned it round until he saw the name.
"Yes, that is one of Eustace's," he said.
"What time do you think it was when you saw that man's face at the window?" Durham inquired.
"Between half-past nine and ten—nearer ten probably."