The that the missing cheque had been changed into good money on the Saturday night, proved to be correct. White, the butcher at the corner of the , had given change for it, and locked up the cheque in the cash-box. Had he paid it into the bank on Monday, he would have found what it was worth. But he did not do so. Mr. White was a fat man with a good-humoured and black hair. proceeded to his house some time on the Tuesday.  
"I hear you cashed a cheque of the Messrs. Dunn on Saturday night," began he. "Who brought it to you?"
 
"Ah, what about that cheque?" returned the butcher. "One of your men has been in here, asking a lot of questions."
 
"A good deal about it," said the sergeant. "It was stolen from Mr. Ashley."
 
"Stolen from Mr. Ashley!" echoed the butcher, staring at Sergeant Delves.
 
"Stolen out of his desk. And you stand a nice chance, White, of losing the money. You should be more cautious. Who was it brought it here?"
 
"A gentleman. A respectable man, at any rate. Who says it's stolen?"
 
"I do," replied the sergeant, sitting himself down on the meat-block—rather a damp seat from its just having been washed with hot water. Delves liked to make himself familiar with his old friends in Helstonleigh in a patronising manner; it was only lately he had been promoted to sergeant. "Now! let's have the particulars, White."
 
"I had just shut up my shop, all but the door, when in come a gentleman in a cloak and cap. 'Could you oblige the Messrs. Dunn with change for a cheque, Mr. White?' says he, handing a cheque to me. 'Yes, sir,' said I, 'I can; very happy to oblige 'em. Would you like it in gold?' Well, he said he would like it in gold, and I gave it to him. 'Thank ye,' said he; 'I'd have got it nearer if I could, for I'm troubled to death with tooth-ache; but people are shut up:' and I noticed that he had kept his white handkerchief up to his mouth and nose. He went out with the gold, and I put up the cheque. And that's all I know about it, Delves."
 
"Don't you know who it was?"
 
"No, I don't. He had a cap on, with the ears coming down his cheeks; and, what with that, and the peak over his eyes, and the white handkerchief held up to his nose, I didn't so much as get a sight of his face. The shop was pretty near dark, too, for the gas was out. There was only a candle at the pay window."
 
"If a man came in disguised like that, asking to have a cheque changed into gold, it might have occurred to some tradesmen there'd be something wrong about it," cried the sergeant.
 
"I didn't know he was disguised," objected the butcher. "I saw it was a good cheque of the Messrs. Dunn, and I never gave a thought to anything else. I've had their cheques before to-day. Mr. William Dunn has dealt here this twenty year. But now that it's put into my head, I begin to think he was disguised," continued the butcher. "His voice was odd, thick and low, and he as if he had plums in his mouth."
 
"Should you know him again?"
 
"Ay. That is if he came in dressed as he was then. I'd know the cloak out of a hundred. It was one of ............