“And whose the fault? If you were truly innocent, you might have cleared yourself with a word.”
Arthur knew he might. But that word he had not dared to speak. At this juncture, Roland Yorke appeared. “Here’s Jenner’s old clerk come in, sir,” said he to his master. “He wants to see you, he says.”
“He can come in,” replied Mr. Galloway. “Are you getting on with that copying?” he added to Arthur, as the latter was going out.
“Yes, sir.”
The gentleman, whom Roland Yorke designated as “Jenner’s old clerk,” was shut in with Mr. Galloway; and Roland, who appeared to be on the thorns of curiosity, arrested Arthur.
“I say, what is it that’s agate? He has been going into fits, pretty near, over some letter that came, asking me five hundred questions about it. What have you to do with it? What does he want with you?”
“Some one has been sending him back the money, Roland. It came in a letter.”
Roland opened his eyes. “What money?”
“The money that was lost. A twenty-pound note has come. He asked me whether it was the veritable note that was taken.”
“A twenty-pound note come!” repeated puzzled Roland.