It was a very simple one, and plainly worded.

Five hundred pounds would be paid by Mr.Tallington, solicitor, of Highmarket, to any person or persons who would afford information which would lead to the arrest and conviction of the murderer or murderers of the deceased Kitely.
No one was in the bar-parlour of the Grey Mare when Stoner first entered it, but by the time he had re-read the handbill, two or three men of the town had come in, and he saw that each carried a copy.

One of them, a small tradesman whose shop was in the centre of the Market Square, leaned against the bar and read the terms of the reward aloud.
"And whose money might that be ?" he asked, half-sneeringly.

"Who's throwing brass round in that free-handed fashion?
I should want to know if the money's safe before I wasted my time in trying to get it." "Money'll be all right," observed one of the speaker's companions.
"There's Lawyer Tallington's name at the foot o' that bill.

He wouldn't put his name to no offer o' that sort if he hadn't the brass in hand." "Whose money is it, then ?" demanded the first speaker.