“Any definite charge before to-night’s?”
“No: at least, I think not. But Urquhart may have been put up to watch.”
“Fetch him up, please,” said I promptly; and seating myself at the writing-table I lit candles (for the lamp was dim), made ready the writing materials and prepared to take notes of the evidence.
Mr. Urquhart presently entered, and I wheeled round in my chair to confront him. He was still exceedingly pale — paler, I thought, than I had left him. He seemed decidedly ill at ease, though not on his own account. His answer to my first question made me fairly leap in my chair.
“I wish,” he said, “to qualify my accusation of Mr. Mackenzie. That he cheated I have the evidence of my own eyes; but I am not sure how far he knew he was cheating.”
“Good heavens, sir!” I cried. “Do you
