"Sorry?" repeated Jordan.
"Sorry, sir, that so busy a man should have come here. The chairs are like the Pevensey chairs, but they are not authentic specimens. I told Mr. Hunsaker that we dealers was done sometimes."
"Often," murmured Tomlin mournfully.
"Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Tomlin and I discovered that these chairs are not what they appear to be." He moved to his desk. "Here is your cheque, Mr. Hunsaker. I return it."
"Suffering Moses!" exclaimed Hunsaker.
"I am sorry," said Quinney, "that Mr. Jordan should be disappointed, but his verdict, no doubt, will coincide with mine and Thomas Tomlin's."
"Finest fakes I ever saw in all my life," murmured Tomlin.
Hunsaker stared at his cheque, and then held out his hand to Quinney.
"By the Lord, sir, I'm proud to know you. You're the straight goods."
"Give us time," said Tomlin, "and we'll find you a genuine set."