"What do you want?"
"I want to get some of that new paper."
"Oh, you can get there after we have caught our man."
"I'll take it now—it won't take a minute."
The man pushed his way into the vault. He took hold of a box. Then he suddenly backed away.
"He's in there!" he gasped.
"In there? Where?"
"There—on the shelf! Look out!"
"Ha! So he is!" ejaculated Matlock Styles. He, too, leaped back.
"I've got him, too, the skunk!"
Both of the counterfeiters leaped into the passageway. Adam Adams came down from the shelf. But the movement was not swift enough. As he leaped towards the iron door, it was banged shut in his face. Then the combination knob was twirled around.