Within the space of a few moments Mr. Churchill—the first cashier to designate him accurately—stood in front of the Manager. Mr. Stark picked up the paper and handed it to him. He indicated the paragraph that he had read so many times with a gesture both graphic and eloquent. “Pretty dreadful, isn’t it?” he remarked when Churchill had finished reading it. Churchill nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Now, Mr. Churchill,” went on Mr. Stark, “what I want to say to you is this. Miss Delaney called here on the morning of the day that she appears to have been murdered. That’s a fact, isn’t it, Churchill?” Churchill nodded again. “Quite right, sir.” “Did you attend to her yourself?” “I did. Don’t you remember that I brought her in here to see you—she requested the interview?” “Yes, I felt pretty certain it was you who ushered her in here. Now tell me, what was the nature of her transaction with you at the counter?” “I cashed a cheque for her amounting to a hundred pounds. The cheque was drawn to ‘self.’” “Notes—all of it?” “Every penny, sir.” “Remember what you gave her?” Churchill knitted his forehead. “Five ‘tenners,’” he said slowly as the remembrance came to him—“that’s fifty—eight ‘fivers’—that’s ninety—the rest in currency notes—pounds and halves. I couldn’t say to those exactly.” “Good,” declared Stark, “here’s another one for you—got the numbers of the big stuff?” Churchill disappeared with alacrity to return to the room after a brief absence. He noticed that his Chief looked very perturbed. “There you are, sir. I made a note of them when I paid them out across the counter. I remembered I had it out there somewhere.” The Manager smiled gravely with just a touch of magnanimous patronage. “Excellent, Churchill! You never took a course in Pelmanism, did you?” “No, sir, although I knew a man who did. He could remember extraordinarily difficult things—but used to forget the date of his wife’s birthday.” “No doubt she reminded him, Churchill—that’s all now, thank you. Send Miss Rivers in to me as you go out, will you?—no, never mind—it doesn’t matter.”