"Well, he won't, Isaac. I'll take them out myself."
"You don't mean you're going to keep the rings? Where do I come in?"
"You're lucky you don't come into jail."
"May I ask this man a few questions, Burrows?" said Mr. Barnes.
"As many as you like, and see that you answer straight, Isaac. Don't forget what I hinted about the Chief having an eye on you."
"Why, of course, I'll answer anything."
"You say you have known this man Morgan for some time?" asked Mr. Barnes. "Can you give me an idea of how he looks?"
"Why, I ain't much on descriptions. Morgan is a short fellow, rather stocky, and he's got dark hair and a mustache that looks like a paintbrush."
Mr. Barnes recalled the description which the butler had given of the man who had remained at the house when the others went away, and this tallied very well with it. As Berial had declared that it was Morgan who had been left at the house, and as this description did not fit Randal at all, he being above medium height, with a beardless face which made him seem younger than he probably was, it began to look as though in some way Mr. Burrows had made a mistake, and that Randal was not criminally implicated, though perhaps he had stolen the pawn-tickets, and subsequently destroyed them when he found that a police investigation was inevitable.
There was no object in further questioning the pawnbroker, who pleaded that as the owners of the property were rich, and as he had "honestly" made the loan, they might be persuaded to return to him the amount of his advance, adding that he would willingly throw off his "interest."