But it's not my business to follow that up just now--I know what my business is--nobody better." The superintendent and the sergeant were giving orders to two sleepy-eyed policemen when Mallalieu rejoined them.

He waited until the policemen had gone away to patrol the Shawl and then took the superintendent aside.
"I've heard a bit more incriminatory news against Harborough," he said.
"He was in the bank this morning--or yesterday morning, as it now is--when Kitely drew his money.

There may be naught in that--and there may be a lot.

Anyway, he knew the old man had a goodish bit on him." The superintendent nodded, but his manner was doubtful.
"Well, of course, that's evidence--considering things," he said, "but you know as well as I do, Mr.Mayor, that Harborough's not a man that's ever been in want of money.

It's the belief of a good many folks in the town that he has money of his own: he's always been a bit of a mystery ever since I can remember.