In the rear room of the little country bank, Dan introduced the Irishman to the cashier, Colonel Dunwood.
"I think I have met Mr. McGowan before," said the Colonel with a smile.
"Mrs. Mulhall's brother are you not? You were here when Jack was killed."
"I was, sir. Glad to meet you again, sir."
"Do you remember cashing a draft for Mr. McGowan, Colonel?" asked Dan.
The banker laughed heartily. "I should say I did—a thousand dollars in gold. I was glad the counter was between us, when I tried to persuade him to take paper. Why sir, not in twenty years in this state would you find a man who would even accept the gold, let alone fighting for it!"
Then Dan explained briefly the situation.
When he had finished the Colonel sprang to his feet with an oath. "And that explains something that puzzled us here in the bank, for many a day. Wait a minute."
He left the room to return with a slip of paper. "Can you tell me the exact date on which you cashed the draft?" he said to McGowan.
"It was the day after the funeral. I disremember the date, but 'twould be easy to find."
The banker nodded, "Our books show that I paid you the money the sixteenth. And here," he laid the slip of paper before them, "is a deposit slip made out and signed by Judge Strong dated the seventeenth, showing that on that date he deposited eight hundred and fifty dollars in gold. That is what puzzled us, Mr. Matthews—that the Judge should deposit that amount of gold, there being, you see so little gold handled here. It makes it very easy to trace. I'll illustrate." He turned to Mike. "Did you spend any more of the gold in Corinth?"