“If I’d got the money do you think I should be fool enough to make all this fuss? What do you mean? What game are you playing? Come, honour among—I mean, be square with me. You’ve got the notes.”
“Ah!” ejaculated Harry, with a look of disgust. “I tell you I have not.”
“Harry! Harry!”
It was his sister’s voice, and he heard her knocking sharply at his door.
“Look here, Pradelle, you’ve got those notes, and I tell you once more, you have to give them up or it’s a case of police.”
He had been moving towards the door, which he unfastened and threw open.
“I’m here, Louy,” he said.
“Quick, dear! A message from papa. We are to go on to Mr Van Heldre’s at once.”
“Van Heldre’s?” faltered Harry, whose legs seemed to give way beneath him.
“Yes, dear; a policeman brought the message.”