That evening after supper John Dale drew his son aside. Rupert realised that an interview was inevitable, and though he dreaded it he knew that the moment had come. He expected some kind of a lecture, a warning on the folly of gambling and living beyond his means, and an appeal as to his future conduct. He knew his father would not be angry, probably would not even blame him for what he had done. He almost wished he would. It would be easier than kindness and the pain and disappointment he saw in the old man’s eyes whenever he looked at him. To his surprise Dale made no reference to the past. He simply told him that Sir Reginald had received a letter that morning from his bankers, and he outlined the contents. The cheque which Rupert had lost and which had since been altered from five to five hundred pounds, had been brought to the bank by a messenger boy, who was given the amount in gold and notes. On enquiry at the office from which the messenger had been despatched, it had been ascertained that a young man had handed the cheque in to the office in an envelope addressed to the bank, and he had called later on for the money, which had been handed him. Rupert listened with a sense of relief. "Have they traced the man?" he asked. Dale shook his head. "Not yet. But, of course, now the affair is in the hands of the police. The manager of the district messenger office where the message was handed in described him as a tall, fair man with a slight moustache, well dressed, and, as far as he remembered, wearing a tall silk hat, and a light overcoat." Dale laid his hand affectionately on his son’s shoulder. "Last night, at one dreadful moment, I had a feeling that Sir Reginald suspected you, my boy, so this is a great relief to me." Rupert laughed a little uneasily. "I suppose it did seem rather queer my losing the beastly cheque and Sir Reginald knowing we were so awfully hard up for money. But you see, father, it arrived at a critical moment, just when I was awaiting the result of my exam., knowing I was dreadfully in debt, and I had made up my mind to risk everything by backing the favourite in the big race. The money I had in hand was borrowed money. I know now it was rotten of me and I’m awfully ashamed. I promise you I shan’t make a fool of myself again. I’ve—I’ve plenty of money to go on with, and if you want any——" Dale shook his head. "I’m old-fashioned, I daresay you’ll laugh at me. If I were a rich man I don’t say I wouldn’t do a bit of gambling myself occasionally. But we’re poor, and perhaps that makes me extra proud. Keep your money, my boy; pay all your debts, but don’t ask me to take any. I couldn’t take money that you had won like that. You had no right to take the risk; therefore, to me it almost seems as if you had no right to the money. But it’s too late to go back now, so use what’s left, but use it carefully for your own sake."