Judge glanced questioningly at his subordinate.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Five hundred dollars short," declared Major, in a serious tone. "I can't figure it. I made it up with another package of bills; but it worries me."
"Probably a mistake yesterday."
"Not a chance, Judge. I don't make mistakes. That Bronlon dough was set — and I had all the packages checked numerically. One right out of the middle!"
Judge shrugged his shoulders.
"You can straighten it, Major," he said. "You've handled this perfectly to date—"
"I know it," responded Major. "That's why I don't like it. Right after we close for the day, I'm going to go over everything. If I find that packet in with the other money, I can straighten all my figures. But still, I won't like it."
"We can stand a little adulteration," said Judge with a smile.
"Sure," declared Major, "but it's not a good idea. I've kept the scale adjusted to a hair until now, I'm not worrying about the amount — it's the fact that bothers me. Five dollars, five hundred or five thousand — it's all the same."