"That's easily fixed," Peter said, grinning.
He put in some more books, closed the safe, and waited. When he opened it again, more money came tumbling out. This time, there was enough to pay back the Old Man and more besides.
Peter sorted out a pile of the larger bills, enough to make fifty thousand, and marched to Mr. Crabley's office.
The engraving on the door said:
J. J. CRABLEY
PRESIDENT
He rapped deferentially, and when a voice said: "Come in!" Peter did exactly that.
Old Man Crabley looked just like his name. He was a small, wizened, crab-faced man with yellowed skin and a totally bald head.
"Well, sir! What is it this time?" he crackled.
Peter began pulling the money out of the briefcase he had packed it in, in order to carry it to the Old Man's office.