"I've got hold of a copy of the deed of sale of that sawmill," Kit said. "It's signed by Raegenssen, more or less, but there's something wrong with the signature--it doesn't agree with the writing on the papers they brought in from his office. Men with two handwritings make me take notice!" Teal looked at the parchment, and particularly at the date. "Two months ago. That's about when the reformation set in," he observed. In the City and Continental office, Joe Blaythwayt was inclined to be taciturn about his client's business until the importance of his coöperation was pointed out to him, and duly signed authorisation produced. "No, that's not his ordinary signature," he said as soon as he saw the conveyance. "I'll get you some genuine specimens." He returned almost immediately with a bundle of cancelled cheques, and these Storm compared with the signature of the deed. The two were totally dissimilar. Whereas the writing on the parchment was small and neat, all the cheques were signed in a thick, sprawling hand. The latest cheque attracted his attention for another reason. "That's a lot of money to draw in cash," he remarked. "How did he take it?" "Fivers. It wasn't the first time--I think you'll find two others made out for large sums, though that one is easy the largest he's ever put through." Teal nodded. "One way he is Triangular, the other way he isn't," he said peevishly. "That man's the two horns of a fat dilemma, all right. That sawmill wasn't really his, then!" Storm rang up the other party to the sale, and found him after some trouble--the managing director of a firm of paper manufacturers with an office close by. Having found that the man was disengaged, Teal and he went round and interviewed him. The result was not satisfactory. "I remember the transaction distinctly; I should have remembered it, anyway, even if it hadn't been so recent, because of the way payment was made." "How?" asked Teal perfunctorily, for the trial did not seem to him to be leading anywhere. "In notes of four different countries," was the reply. "All denominations, big and small. United States dollars, the new Reichmarks, Spanish pesetas, and Italian lire. I didn't want to take them because of the Exchange risk--something considerable in a sum as long as this one--but he promptly added a five per cent. allowance to cover that." "That must have cost him something." The director nodded. "Next, I was afraid of forgeries, but there again he met me. He went round with me to the bank and was present while the notes were examined and passed." Teal, interested, suspended chewing for a moment while he put a question. "Hard to describe," said the director. "Nothing noticeable about him, except his height. Past middle age, I should say. Grey hair, eyes light blue, lined face, walked like a much younger man. Very well built, small iron-grey moustache----" "Beard?" "No." "Any kind of accent?"