"Well, go along with him, Fred," the banker said to him. "It may be a bad business if you make a mistake."
"Come on, Halsey," and the detective led the way out into the public hall of the bank.
Fred followed him, and the two were soon in a crowd of people, who were coming and going all the time. Caruth took up a position near the cashier's window where he could see every man who stopped there. Fred stood by his side and closely scanned the faces of those who came and went.
More than an hour passed, and still they stood there on the watch. The detective was used to it, but Fred had been more active, and he began to wish the men would come along. Suddenly he nudged Caruth with his elbow–nudged him good. Caruth leaned over till his face was on a level with Fred's.
"That's him–the man in the gray ulster."
Caruth looked up and saw a man in a gray ulster and with gold glasses on.
"Do you see the other one?" he asked.
"No, I don't see him."
"Well, look for him. Sure you have the right man now?"
"Yes. That's one of 'em."