In a few minutes the door opened, and Captain Danvers came in with a note in his hand.
“Out of my way, men!” he said, as he marched past them.
“Mrs. Calverley has sent you a cheque on the Chester Bank for the amount you require—seven hundred pounds,” he added to Chetwynd. “Pay these fellows, and get rid of them!”
“Here's the bill, with charges and all particulars,” said Grimsditch, following him to the table.
“And there's the cheque,” said Chetwynd, giving it to him after he had endorsed it.
“All right, sir,” replied Grimsditch. “On Chester, I see; my own bank can't be better. Always glad to have one of them cheques in my pocket-book. And now, sir,” he added, “if you'll allow me to sit down, I'll give you a receipt.”
This business completed, Grimsditch got up, bowed, and was retiring with his companion, when Chetwynd called out to them.
“Stay a minute!” he said, in a stern tone. “I wish you to understand that I consider this as a most nefarious transaction. I have been robbed!”
“Sir!” exclaimed both officers.
“Not by you, but by your employer. Philip Marsh Romney is a consummate scoundrel! Tell him so!”