"Well, I suppose it must be so," said Chinston, with a sigh, "but it seems very hard that this slur should be cast upon Miss Frettlby." Brian turned a little pale.
"The sins of the fathers are generally visited upon the children by the world," he said bitterly. "But after the first pain is over, in new lands, among new faces, she will forget the bitter past."
"Now that it is settled Moreland is to be arrested," said Calton, "how is it to be done? Is he still in Melbourne?"
"Rather," said Kilsip, in a satisfied tone; "I've had my eye on him for the last two months, and some one is watching him for me now—trust me, he can't move two steps without my knowing it."
"Ah, indeed!" said Calton, quickly. "Then do you know if he has been to the bank and cashed that checque for five thousand, which Frettlby gave him?"
"Well, now," observed Kilsip, after a pause, "do you know you rather startled me when you told me he had received a cheque for that amount?"
"Why?"
"It's such a large one," replied the detective, "and had I known what sum he had paid into his account I should have been suspicious."
"Then he has been to the bank?"
"To his own bank, yes. He went there yesterday afternoon at two o'clock—that is the day after he got it—so it would be sent around to Mr. Frettlby's bank, and would not be returned till next day, and as he died in the meanwhile, I expect it hasn't been honored, so Mr. Moreland won't have his money yet."
"I wonder what he'll do," said Calton.
"Go to the manager and kick up a row," said Kilsip, coolly, "and the manager will no doubt tell him he'd better see the executors."
"But, my good friend, the manager doesn't know who the executors are," broke in Calton, impatiently. "You forget the will has yet to be read."
"Then he'll tell him to go to the late Mr. Frettlby's solicitors. I suppose he knows who they are," retorted Kilsip.
"Thinton & Tarbet," said Calton, musingly, "but it is questionable if Moreland would go to them."
