“Young woman, step away!” Starr yanked her arm from Vaniman's shoulder and pushed her to one side. “Did you know that, Mr. Cashier—suspect that—have any least idea of that?”
“I did not know it, sir.”
“Why didn't you know it?”
Vaniman tried to say something sensible about this astounding condition of affairs and failed to utter a word, he shook his head.
“How had you verified the specie?”
“By checking the sacks as received—by weighing them.”
“Expect somebody else to take 'em in the course of business on the same basis?”
“I was intending—”
Starr waited for the explanation and then urged the cashier out of his silence.
“I intended to have President Britt and a committee of the directors count up the coin with me, sir. But it can't be possible—not with the Sub-treasury seal—not after—”