“Then as this man confessed one thing, I dare say he will the other. He is dying, you say?”
“Yes, sir, no doubt about it; not so much from the sword cut, as from bad health—drink, and the like.”
“Then he must be seen to-day—at once, man. We may get to know from him where they have disposed of the treasure.—Such a large sum.”
“Yes, sir,” the officer, quietly, taking out a note-book. “Now, don’t you think, sir, you being a solicitor, it would have been better to let us do our work, and you do yours?”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Only this, sir, that here’s another thing. You’ve had a tremendous robbery here before, and we’ve known nothing about it till this minute, when you let it all out.”
Mr Girtle gave his knee an impatient blow.
“Yes, sir, you let it out. When did it happen?”
“At the time of that terrible affair in the house. You remember?”
“Yes, sir, I took a good deal of notice of it at the time, sir; but I had nothing to do with the case. So a lot of money was taken, then?”