"Is Thomas Wraypoole actually suspected of his brother's murder?" asked the manager, assuring himself by a glance at his door that the clerk who had shown the detective in had closed it. "Actually?"
"I can't say actually," answered Wedgwood. "There are a great many circumstances which are highly suspicious. Supposing—just for the sake of supposing—that he is guilty, I have several pieces of evidence which would tell against him if they were supplemented by other pieces. I've built up a certain amount———"
"But the edifice isn't complete, eh?" interrupted the manager, smiling. "Well, I don't know where Thomas Wraypoole is—I'm of no use there. The fact is, he closed his account here yesterday, so far as we were concerned there was an end of him, you see. We don't know where he's gone. Sometimes when customers close an account, they do so by transferring it to another bank. He didn't. He just drew the whole of his balance—and there was an end of it."
"In cash?" asked Wedgwood.
"In cash! It was a considerable amount, too," replied the manager. "Under the circumstances, I can tell you something about his recent transactions with us. They didn't arouse
