He looked a good young man. He was rather small, he was very lean, he wore eyeglasses. Everything about him was correct and restrained. But there was an oddity of structure about his face: it seemed to come to a point at the end of his nose, and yet his lower jaw looked heavy. He made graded salutations to Kimball his chief and to Lomas. He looked at Reggie and Superintendent Bell as though he expected them to retreat from his presence. And he turned upon Kimball a glance that bade him lose no time. Kimball seemed to find some difficulty in beginning. He cleared his throat, blew his nose, and took another pinch of snuff. “I don’t know if you guess why I sent for you,” he broke out. “I infer that it is on this matter of the gamble in coal shares,” said Sandford precisely. “Yes. Do you know of any new fact?” “Nothing has come before me.” “Well, there’s something I want you to explain. I dare say you have a satisfactory explanation. But I’m bound to ask for it.” “I have nothing to explain that I know of.” “It’s been brought to my knowledge that yesterday three thousand pounds in notes was paid into your account. Where did it come from?” Sandford took off his eyeglasses and cleaned them, and put them on again. “I have no information,” he said in the most correct official manner. “Good God, man, you must see what it means!” Kimball cried. “I beg your pardon, sir. I have no notion of what it means. I find it difficult to believe that you have been correctly informed.” “You don’t suppose I should take up a charge like this unless I was compelled to.” “There’s no doubt of the fact, Mr. Sandford,” said Lomas gloomily. “Indeed! Then I have only to say that no one has any authority to make payments into my account. As you have gone into the affair so carefully, I suppose you have found out who did.” “He didn’t give his name, you see. Can you tell us who he was?” Lomas said. “I repeat, sir, I know nothing about the transaction.” “And that’s all you say?” “I need hardly add that I shall not accept the money.” “You know the matter can’t end there!” Kimball cried. “Come, man, you’re not doing yourself justice. Nothing could be worse for you than this tone, can’t you see that?” “I beg your pardon, sir. I do not see what you wish me to say. You spoke of making a charge. Will you be so good as to state it?” “If you must have it! This boom was begun on information which only you had besides myself. And immediately after the boom this large sum is paid secretly into your account. You must see what everybody will say--what I should say myself if I didn’t know you--that you sold the plan, and this money is your price. Come, you must have some explanation for us--some defence, at least.” “I say again, sir, I know nothing of the matter. I should hope that what scandal may say will have no influence upon any one who knows my character and my career.” “Good God, man, we’re dealing with facts! Where did that three thousand pounds come from?”