The manager produced it. It was uncrossed.
“Have you presented it for payment yet?” asked the detective.
“Of course not, else it would not be here.”
“I have a grim suspicion that it would.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I believe it to be a forgery.”
“Nonsense,” said Freeman. There was an arrogance and a dash of impudence in this man’s manner that irritated our friend Freyberger.
“You come with me to Coutts’s,” said he, “and we will see.”
“Yes,” said Freeman, “we will see.”
They took a hansom, and neither of them spoke a word till they drew up at Coutts’s.