"I say, Colling—do you write with your left hand?"
The other made a movement of impatience. "My dear Dicky," he said irritably, "what the devil?..."
"But do you?" Ellerdine insisted.
"Of course I don't," Collingwood answered shortly.
"I thought as much," said Lord Ellerdine, with a sigh of relief.
"You did, did you?" Collingwood replied, with a slight smile. "What is the game, Dicky?"
"It's not a game, Colling; it's dead serious," said the ex-diplomatist.
"Why, Dicky, what's up?"
"You remember some time ago when some silly ass forged my name on a cheque?" Lord Ellerdine asked, still flurried and ill at ease.
"Well?"