“It depends entirely on the bank. Surely, your father will hush the matter up.”
“No, he wishes us to be disgraced—ruined—just because my husband is a clergyman, and I married contrary to his wishes. He never forgives.”
“But that was so many years ago! Surely, he won’t question the checks.”
“He has done so—and a warrant is out for my son’s arrest.”
“Dear, dear—that is very serious. I should take the money to the bank, and see what they can do. If the police have knowledge of the felony, they may take action on their own account, but these things can often be hushed up. I should advise you to see the responsible person at the bank. Do you know him?”
“Oh, yes, he’s a friend—at least I’m afraid he’s not much of a friend to my son.”
“Well, it’s a matter where a solicitor had better 295 not interfere. The fewer people who have cognizance of the fact that the law has been broken, the better.”
“I’ll do as you advise. I’ll see Mr. Ormsby to-day. You are quite sure, Mr. Jevons, that you’ve made no mistake about my mother’s money. Oh, it’s too wonderful—too amazing!”
“I am quite sure. I went thoroughly into the matter at the time, and it will give me the greatest pleasure to act for you against Mr. Herresford. If it should come to a suit, there can only be one issue.”
“I will see father myself,” observed Mrs. Swinton, with her teeth set and an ugly light in her eyes. “Mr. Jevons, you will come down to-morrow to see us, or next day?”