"I have, of course, no knowledge of that coin or what it means.

To me it looks like an ordinary guinea." "I had it from you last night, Whitmore: and it is not an ordinary guinea, but a marked one.

What's more, I marked it myself--see, with this small cross behind the king's head.

What's more I sold it, so marked, to Rodriguez, the Jew." -- "Who, I suppose, promptly put it into circulation in Plymouth, where by chance it was handed to me amid the change when I paid my hotel-bill--if indeed you are absolutely sure you were given this coin by me." "Come, Rogers, that's an explanation I myself suggested," put in the Rector.
"The folks at the Royal Hotel," answered Mr.Rogers curtly, "tell me that you paid your bill in silver." It seemed to me that Mr.Rogers was pressing Whitmore harshly, almost with a note of private vindictiveness in his voice.

But while I wondered at this my eyes fell on the curate's hand as it played nervously with the base of the brass candlestick.