"What was the hour, can you state?"
"About half past four, I should say; certainly no later than that. I went there on a matter of business, to dispose of some bonds Mr. McBride had agreed to take off my hands; I was with him, maybe twenty minutes."
"What were those bonds?"
"Local gas bonds."
"How many were there in the lot you sold?"
"Five."
"He paid you the money for them?"
"Yes, a thousand dollars."
"Do you know, we haven't unearthed those bonds yet?" said the doctor.
Moxlow frowned slightly.