While he was standing there, he noted an envelope that lay upon the floor beside his stool. He picked it up and saw that it was sealed.
Ferret was opening the envelope as he walked across the floor to Judge's office. He entered the door and joined the other three men. He stopped short as he saw the bills lying on Judge's desk.
"Ten grand each!" he exclaimed. "Where did those come from, Judge?"
"Through a teller's window," said Judge, seriously. "Butcher doesn't know anything about them. It is evident that you never saw them before, either."
"Golly," gasped Ferret. "If I had been handed one of those—" He shook his head and pointed to Major, indicating that the cashier would have known about the matter immediately.
"This beats me," declared Major. "The only way I can figure it is that some one got into the vault — last night per—"
"Don't be absurd, Major!" responded Judge. "If anyone had entered, more than five hundred dollars would be missing. People don't crack vaults to leave ten-thousand-dollar bills."
The three men stood facing him, all bewildered. Judge smiled in a confident manner.
"Don't worry," he said. "This only means that it would be unwise to wait longer. Tonight you will all be here. Finish the job then. Do not wait until Sunday. Everything goes out. You meet Deacon first, Major. Tell him about this. Then Butcher and Ferret will arrive later."
"Everything out," said Major.