“He did.”
“Here is half-a-crown—take me to the spot where you took him up.”
“Certainly, with pleasure, sir,” said the man, and in a few minutes he pulled up within a few yards of the Old Bank.
“And now drive me to the place where you put him down.”
In ten minutes he pulled up again. Bales alighted.
“Well, where did he go?”
“He went into that house yonder—the last in the crescent.”
Then Bales made the driver describe the servant carefully, and after taking a note of the number of the fly, he knocked at the door of the last house in the crescent, feeling convinced that he was on the track of the roll of notes.
A maid servant came to the door.
“Is James in?” asked Bales, familiarly.