Odd, isn't it, that I should come to live down here, right away in the far North of England, and find you in such good circumstances, too! Mr.Mallalieu, Mayor of Highmarket--his second term of office! Mr.Cotherstone, Borough Treasurer of Highmarket--now in his sixth year of that important post! I say again--you've both done uncommonly well--uncommonly!" "Have you got any more to say ?" asked Cotherstone.
But Kitely evidently intended to say what he had to say in his own fashion.

He took no notice of Cotherstone's question, and presently, as if he were amusing himself with reminiscences of a long dead past, he spoke again, quietly and slowly.
"Yes," he murmured, "uncommonly well! And of course you'd have capital.
Put safely away, of course, while you were doing your time.

Let's see--it was a Building Society that you defrauded, wasn't it?
Mallalieu was treasurer, and you were secretary.

Yes--I remember now.

The amount was two thous----" Cotherstone made a sudden exclamation and a sharp movement--both checked by an equally sudden change of attitude and expression on the part of the ex-detective.