“Probably in Adams’ possession. He has no doubt hoarded them for use at the moment of his triumph.”
Rolfe did not speak for several moments.
“A week ago those proofs might, I believe, have been purchased for a round sum.”
“Could they not be purchased now? From the man’s appearance he is penniless.”
“Not so poor as you think. If what I’ve heard is true, he is in possession of funds. His shabbiness is only assumed. Have you any knowledge of a certain man named Lyle—a short man slightly deformed.”
“Lyle!” gasped his employer. “Do you mean Leonard Lyle? What do you know of him?”
“I saw him in the company of Adams. It is he who supplies the latter with money.”
“Lyle!” cried Statham, his eyes glaring in amazement. “Lyle here—in London?”
“He was here a week ago. You know him?”
“Know him—yes!” answered the old millionaire, hoarsely. “Are you certain that he has become Adams’ friend?”