Frank was standing behind Burnham, looking in at the door and laughing.
"Why don't you drive them out?" he asked.
"Why, they're not in here," answered the manager.
"Where do you suppose——"
A cry came from the ticket seller—a cry of consternation and terror.
"The money!" he fluttered.
"What money?" asked Burnham.
"The bills in the tray!"
"What about them?"