"Right."
"Well, that game is queered," declared Major, in a satisfied tone. "But what I can't figure is why those big bills were left there. I see the idea of the five hundred being gone; that may make trouble later. But the switch of the big bills—"
"Just to keep you guessing," declared Deacon. "If you hadn't been so careful in your accounts, you wouldn't have noticed the five-hundred matter if you had seen those ten-thousand-dollar bills first."
"I guess you're right, Deacon."
"I know I'm right," said Deacon, in a positive tone. "At the same time, I figure this Shadow is still in the dark. He got into the bank — but I don't see how he could have found our underground channel. If we run into any trouble tonight, it's going to be in the bank."
"Then you and I had better be together."
"No," declared Deacon emphatically. "I'll have to be here. I've got to be ready for my delivery men. It's up to you and Ferret."
"Hm-m-m," said Major. "That makes The Shadow's game look mighty smooth. You think I'd better take Ferret."
"Absolutely. Butcher is a big clown. He'll be a good guard, here. But I wouldn't have him sneaking into the bank. That's out of his line. Ferret is a neat worker."
"You're right, Deacon. Well, so far as I'm concerned, Ferret is O.K. I don't care what he did in New York. It can't be changed now, and we'll have to make the best of it.