bitterly, "you will see. To-morrow morning!"
"Come, come," said Mr. Kirby, "I can't have all this unofficial information. It isn't fair, you know, not fair to my position as a lawyer. If only you 'll let me know about that little sum for damages at Greystones, since the landlord is so"
"Mr. Kirby," burst out the unfortunate James, "the matter will not brook a moment's delay! That cheque—Mr. Brassington's cheque, the cheque you say was forged—was made out to me!"
"What!" shouted Mr. Kirby, springing to his feet.
"That cheque, Mr. Kirby," went on James firmly, "was made out to me. I passed it through the bank, and I have that money in my bank, at least a good deal of it, and I have paid it away—my part of it—nearly all to my creditors."
Then he remembered again that Melba would have to pay for the dinner, but it was very small comfort.
Mr. Kirby drew a prolonged breath.
"Really, my dear sir!" he said.
"Yes, Mr. Kirby," continued Jimmy, "to me. And I have passed it into my account
