"Whose money is it, Jamie?"
"It's the Doctor's."
"His own?"
"His very own; he told me. Why?"
"Because I am so thankful to know that it is not from that accumulated sum; you know what he said. I would not like to touch it, coming from such an unknown source, besides—"
"Pardon me," said Mr. Ewart rising abruptly. Going to the side door he called to Cale who was passing round the house. "I have to speak with Cale."
He left the room, and Jamie and I stared at each other, an interrogation point in the eyes of each.
The tin box still stood on the table.
"What's in that?" Jamie demanded.
"Filthy lucre," I said, turning for the second time to leave the room.