"Paid?" echoed Charley.
"Paid; both of them. Why—did you not know it?"
"No, that I did not. Who has paid them?"
"Some legal firm in London."
"What firm?"
"The name was—let me see—Symmonds, I think. Yes, that was it: Symmonds and Son, solicitors."
Charley could only stare. He began to think Mr. Huddles was playing off a joke upon him; perhaps to turn round on him afterwards.
"I don't know any people of the name of Symmonds, or they me," said he. "How came they to pay?"
"I think Major Raynor—I was sorry to see his death in the Times so soon afterwards—gave them the necessary orders."
Charles shook his head; it was not at all likely, as he knew. He lost himself in a maze of thought.