"I guess it's all right, but I'll count it, anyway."
He did, and found it correct.
"Bring me the silver, will you?" he said; "I might as well check everything while I am at it."
Evan brought several bags from the safe, and stood by while Penton opened them. When they came to the bag of quarters that had been left under the table for an hour the previous day, they made a discovery. At least Evan did. He found a package of one hundred dollars missing.
"What!" exclaimed Penton.
"Yes, there were five yesterday when I opened the bag, and I just took one out. There are only three here now."
The teller felt his head throb. Penton grinned sceptically.
"My dear man," he said, "you're mixed. The money was only left out for an hour, you say. No one was in here but myself."
Evan felt a chill. He was just as sure Penton had stolen one of those hundred dollar packages as he was that one had been stolen.
"Check your blotter," went on the manager, with a strange accent and a fearful glow in his colorless eye; "you couldn't possibly have paid out an extra hundred in silver. Good G——! man, you're crazy."