"Then the reward does not belong to you."
"It is hardly necessary for me to say that I was doing the business for Miss Maggimore."
"But it was hardly necessary for you to conceal her name."
The banker was really overjoyed to find his papers, and at once drew a check for the amount which he had offered as a reward.
"We will go down and see Maggie," said the banker, putting the check into his pocket.
"I think the case is plain enough," added the constable. "When I ascertain where the papers were found, I shall be better satisfied."
Mr. Checkynshaw called a carriage, and they went to Phillimore Court. No further notice was taken of Mr. Wittleworth; in fact he was utterly ignored from the moment he had told his story. He was permitted to depart in peace. He did depart, but not in peace; for he was not entirely satisfied. The reward ought to have been paid to him, and he should have had the lion's share of it. This was his feeling as he retired from the office.
Maggie was fearfully frightened when she saw the banker and the constable. The roses fled from her cheek, and she was pale and trembling. That awful officer had come to bear Leo away to the jail. She was almost sorry that she had not burned the papers, instead of sending them back to the owner.
"You have come for poor Leo!" exclaimed she, in terror, when she opened the door.
"Don't be alarmed, Maggie," said Mr. Checkynshaw, in a tone which was gentle for him. "We come to inquire about those papers you found."