"Yes, sir, I did. That was about eight o'clock. The chauffeur got out and rang the bell at the entrance to the bank. Then I seen him speak to Thompson and pass inside."
"Did you investigate?"
"Why, no, sir. The man came out almost directly and the door swung shut behind him. Then he jumped into the car and drove up the alley at the side of the bank. You always park your car there, sir, so I thought nothin' of it. About twenty minutes later, out he drove again and up Main Street the way he'd come. And that's the last I've seen of him."
"There was only one man in the car--the chauffeur?"
"I only saw one. If there was anybody else, they must've been lying down, in the bottom of the car."
"Very likely." Mr. Dixon turned to the chief of police. "And what has been done toward catching the thieves--or thief?"
"Nothing, as yet," the Chief confessed. "But I'll get busy on the wire with descriptions of the man and the car right away. You see, I only just--"
"Never mind that--get along now and burn up the wires. That car has had over an hour's start on you. I'll look after things here for the present."
The head of the local police force waddled off with much the air of a fat puppy who had just received a whipping, and Mr. Dixon walked over to Mr. Bolton.
"You can do me a great favor, if you will," he said.