"Oh," mused Mortenson. "Teller hurt bad?"
"Dunno!" said Wagner. "They usually are when they're sent here." He turned to the officer into whose custody Mortenson had been placed for his visit to the receiving room. "Take Mr. Mortenson to the desk, Tully," said Wagner. "They'll want to release him and apologize. That's all! And good luck, Mortenson. Hope you catch the phantom bandit."
"Much obliged, Wagner," the scientist replied, rising. "I trust you'll be ready to receive his corpse."
Wagner chuckled. "In that case, send it next door," he grinned. "The morgue handles the remains. Think you'll catch him?"
The surgeon's attention was diverted by a sudden screech of brakes outside. He gave Mortenson a passing glance and went out. Officer Tully escorted the scientist to the desk-sergeant.
"Heard the news, Mortenson?" the sergeant inquired, grinning.
"About the new robbery—phantom bandit?" the scientist grunted.
The sergeant nodded. "Robbed the Inter-State Bank in broad daylight and got away like a ghost," he responded talkatively. "By the way, what kind of an outfit was that he got from you?"
"Rather complicated to explain here, sergeant," Mortenson said, impatient to obtain his release.
"Yeah?" the other replied slowly. "One of those things, huh?"