He took the pad, added a figure, passed it to Lydia, and she coolly wrote a total, underscoring it heavily.
"That is the amount," she said.
Quarrier looked at the pad which she had tossed upon the desk.

Then he slowly wetted his pen with ink, and, laying the loose cheque flat, began to fill it in.

Afterward he dried it, and, reading it carefully, pushed it aside and rose.
"It wouldn't be advisable for you to stop payment, you know," observed Mortimer insolently, lying back in his chair and stretching his legs.
"I know," said Quarrier, pausing to turn on them a deathly stare.

Then he went away.

After awhile they heard the door close.