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For some time Morton Smyth held the letter in his hand, examining it carefully. There was just the suspicion of a smile over his boyish features. Then he turned to the bank official, smart, crisp, and alert, waiting to give his evidence and get the ordeal over as soon as possible. Here was a witness who had not the faintest interest in the case, and who could be trusted to speak with the greatest impartiality--a witness distinctly to be on good terms with.
"Now, sir," Smyth began in his blandest manner. "Will you be so good as to produce the prisoner's pass-book."