“Did you cash that cheque yourself?” he asked the cashier.
“No, sir; I sent the porter to cash it.”
“Will you let me see the porter?” said Bales.
Mr. Flooks sent out for the porter, who was no less a personage than our old acquaintance the showman, Digby Martin, alias Bill Smith, “The Magician of the North.”
“You cashed a cheque on Friday for the treasurer?” said Bales, addressing the porter.
“Yes,” said the man, hesitatingly. “Yes, I did.”
“Send that dog out,” said Mr. Flooks; whereupon a tall grey animal which had followed the porter in a very undog-like attitude, quietly disappeared behind the scenes.
“You got the money in gold?” said Bales, fixing the porter with his cold grey eye.
The man hesitated, held down his head, changed colour, and then looked at Mr. Flooks.
“Don’t look at me,” said Mr. Flooks, “attend to this gentleman.”