"I will see about the account," said Dawson. "And now, that reminds me. I was going to speak about it before, only the dear rector was so ill, I couldn't worrit him. But the fact is, I changed a cheque for twenty pounds for Miss Annie about a month ago; I can't remember the exact date. The cheque was one of Mr Brooke's, and as correct as possible. Miss Annie wanted it in gold, and I gave it to her; and the following Monday I sent Pearson, my foreman, round with it to the bank, and in some way the stupid fellow tore it so badly that they would not cash it, and said they must have a new cheque. Of course I would have gone to the rector, knowing that he would give it to me, but for his illness. Now, however, I should like to have my money back. Shall I add it to the account, or what would be the best way to manage it, Mrs Shelf?" "But I can't make out what you are driving at," said Mrs Shelf. "Has Miss Annie asked you to cash a cheque for her--a cheque of the master's for twenty pounds?" "She certainly did. Let me see when the date was. It was a day or two after she came back from school, looking so bonny and bright; and, by the same token, Mr Brooke was taken ill that very day, and Miss Annie was sent into town in a hurry to get some things that you wanted for the master." "But," said Mrs Shelf; then she checked herself. A queer beating came at her heart and a heaviness before her eyes. "Perhaps," she said, sinking into a chair, "you would let me see the cheque that is so much torn that you can't get it cashed." "I will, with pleasure, ma'am. I am sorry to worry you at all about it at the present moment but you seem the best person to talk to, being, so to speak, not exactly one of the family." "Show me the cheque and don't worrit me with my exact relations to the family," said Mrs Shelf with dignity. Dawson accordingly went to his private safe, which he unlocked, and taking out a ponderous banker's book, produced the cheque; which Mrs Shelf immediately recognised as one which Mr Brooke had written in order to pay the half-yearly meat-bill. The cheque had been badly torn, and was fastened together at the back with some stamp-paper. "They won't take it; they are mighty particular about these things," said Dawson. "It has been a loss to me, lying out of my money; but I wouldn't worry the dear old gentleman when he was ill for three times the amount." "And you say that Miss Annie brought you this. Didn't she bring you an account or anything with it?" "Not she. She asked me if I would cash it for her. You see it was made payable to bearer, not to me myself. Is there anything wrong about it, Mrs Shelf?"