He snatched it away as soon as he saw the pencilled letters on it, and in a moment he had taken out the notes and was looking over them.
'I should like you to remember this, please,' he said, addressing the two men who had accompanied him.

'This envelope is addressed to my wife, under her initials, in the handwriting of Mr.Van Torp.

Am I right in taking it for your handwriting ?' he inquired, in a disagreeably polite tone, and turning towards the millionaire.
'You are,' answered the American, in a perfectly colourless voice and without moving a muscle.

'That's my writing.' 'And this envelope,' continued the husband, holding up the notes before the men, 'contains notes to the amount of four thousand one hundred pounds.' 'Five hundred pounds, you mean,' said the lady coldly.
'See for yourself!' retorted the fair man, raising his eyebrows and holding out the notes.
'That's correct,' said Mr.Van Torp, smiling and looking at the lady.
'Four thousand one hundred.

Only the first one was for a hundred, and the rest were thousands.