‘That was the only one, Mr. Harker. But I feel sure that my mother received money from some one.’
‘The name of Morgan kinda had us guessin’,’ said Lem.
The banker smiled slowly, thoughtfully.
‘I don’t suppose I’d be violating any confidence, now that Peter Morgan is dead,’ he said, ‘but the fact of the matter is this—Peter Morgan could not write.’
‘Couldn’t write?’ pondered Lem.
‘He had no education whatever. In fact, when he wished to draw a check, I signed his name for him. So that answers your question regarding that particular check.’
‘Could it have been Dave Morgan?’ asked Hashknife.
The banker shook his head quickly. ‘No. Dave Morgan closed his account with us several months ago. I think I was the only one in this country who knew that Peter Morgan could not write. He was very sensitive about it. I don’t believe Dave Morgan knew it. When there were any papers to be signed, Peter always brought them to me.’
‘You never heard him mention a will, did yuh?’ asked Hashknife.
‘No, I never did. I’m sure I should have known about it if there had been one. I understand you have Paul Lane in jail for murdering Peter.’