"Humph!" growled the president in a tone that boded ill for someone. "So the time lock wasn't set!"
"It is the usual practice, sir," explained Perkins nervously. "I--"
"Never mind that now. Anyone else know anything about this robbery?"
"Yes, sir. Sampson, the traffic policeman saw the car."
"Well, let's hear from Sampson, then, if he's here."
The officer came forward rather sheepishly.
"I was directin' traffic at the corner of Main Street and East Avenue, sir, when I seen your car run down Main and stop in front of the bank here."
"My car!" exploded Dorothy's father.
"Yes, sir--least it was a this year's Packard like you drive--and it had your license number on it--AB521--I ought to know, I see it every day."
"Yes, that's the number--but--well ... did you notice it further?"