My uncle is at Bournemouth, unable to move.' 'Really!' cried Mr Bell, and he recovered the cheque from Mr Judkin.
'But this cheque is dated in London, and today,' he observed.

'How d'ye account for that, sir ?' 'O, that was a mistake,' said Morris, and a deep tide of colour dyed his face and neck.
'No doubt, no doubt,' said Mr Judkin, but he looked at his customer enquiringly.
'And--and--' resumed Morris, 'even if there were no effects--this is a very trifling sum to overdraw--our firm--the name of Finsbury, is surely good enough for such a wretched sum as this.' 'No doubt, Mr Finsbury,' returned Mr Judkin; 'and if you insist I will take it into consideration; but I hardly think--in short, Mr Finsbury, if there had been nothing else, the signature seems hardly all that we could wish.' 'That's of no consequence,' replied Morris nervously.

'I'll get my uncle to sign another.

The fact is,' he went on, with a bold stroke, 'my uncle is so far from well at present that he was unable to sign this cheque without assistance, and I fear that my holding the pen for him may have made the difference in the signature.' Mr Judkin shot a keen glance into Morris's face; and then turned and looked at Mr Bell.
'Well,' he said, 'it seems as if we had been victimized by a swindler.
Pray tell Mr Finsbury we shall put detectives on at once.

As for this cheque of yours, I regret that, owing to the way it was signed, the bank can hardly consider it--what shall I say ?--businesslike,' and he returned the cheque across the counter.
Morris took it up mechanically; he was thinking of something very different.
'In a--case of this kind,' he began, 'I believe the loss falls on us; I mean upon my uncle and myself.' 'It does not, sir,' replied Mr Bell; 'the bank is responsible, and the bank will either recover the money or refund it, you may depend on that.' Morris's face fell; then it was visited by another gleam of hope.
'I'll tell you what,' he said, 'you leave this entirely in my hands.
I'll sift the matter.