"This is a friend of mine, sergeant," explained Dowsett. "Mr. Charles Edis, he's one of my colleagues in our bank."
The sergeant's face brightened. "Oh! if he's in the bank that's all right. It doesn't matter speaking before him then." He assumed a cold judicial air. "Re that Hansen murder case, I've come to give you the numbers of some of the notes."
"Ah! they've been able to trace the numbers then, have they?" asked Dowsett interestedly. "That's good."
"But only three of them," said the sergeant, "three of the 100 pound ones." He passed over a small slip of paper. "This has just been sent down."
"R.13—77754—55—and 56," commented my friend. "Yes, we shall remember those all right. The three sevens will stick in our minds."
The sergeant turned towards the door. "Well, you'll keep an e
