"What made him send for you?"
"Well, sir, there were several reasons. First of all, he wanted to know whether we'd noticed the difference between him and Mr. Burton, and whether Mr. Burton was playing the game like—doing what he'd agreed to. Then there was a paper he wanted me to sign and take to Mr. Horsfall, his lawyer."
"What was this paper?" inquired the magistrate sharply. "Have you got it?"
Milford put his hand in his inner pocket and pulled out a long blue envelope.
"This is it, sir. I don't know what's inside. I only wrote my name to say I'd seen the master sign it."
"Give it to me," said the magistrate. Then, raising his head and looking round, he added: "Is Mr. Horsfall in court?"
An elderly, clean-shaven man rose from his seat as the policeman handed up the envelope.
"I am Mr. Horsfall," he said, with a stiff little inclination of his head.
The magistrate put down the envelope beside his blotting-pad. "Very good," he replied. "I will ask you to look into this as soon as the evidence is completed." Then he turned to Milford. "Go on," he said: "what else did Mr. Northcote want you to do?"
"Please, sir, he wanted me to promise I'd write to him in Australia and let him know how things turned out. Also he wanted me to get him some more clothes, and to fix up about his ticket. It was too late to do anything that night, sir, of course, but I told him I'd find somewhere to sleep, and set about it first thing in the morning. I was knocked all of a heap, as you might say, sir, by what he'd told me."