Chapter Twenty-SevenRachel Treherne’s door opened. Miss Silver was beckoned in.
‘Will you please come here. I must speak to you. Something has happened.’
Miss Silver looked at her with interest. It was quite obvious that something had happened. This was a Rachel Treherne she had not met before, alert, businesslike, angry—yes, certainly very angry.
Rachel shut the door and walked away from it, but remained standing.
‘Miss Silver, my bank manager has just rung me up. A cheque bearing my signature has been presented, and as it was for a very large sum, he thought it best to refer to me before cashing it.’
‘Yes?’ said Miss Silver.
‘The cheque was made out to my brother-in-law Ernest Wadlow, and was endorsed by him in favour of his son Maurice. It was not crossed.’
‘Did you write this ch
