"He was standing by him.

The old man put it--notes and gold--in a pocket that he had inside his waistcoat." Mallalieu lingered, as if in thought, rubbing his chin and staring at the carpet.

"Well, that's a sort of additional clue," he remarked at last.

"It looks very black against Harborough." "We've the numbers of the notes that I handed to Kitely," observed the bank-manager.

"They may be useful if there's any attempt to change any note, you know." Mallalieu shook his head.
"Aye, just so," he answered.