"I knew you would say that," said The Thinking Machine, curtly. "Please don't interrupt. Do as I say, Mr. Hatch."
Accustomed as he was to the peculiar methods of this man, Hatch saw faintly the purpose of the inquiries.
"And the receiving teller?" he asked.
"I know about him," was the reply.
Hatch left the room, closing the door behind him. He heard the bolt shot in the lock as he started away.
"I think it only fair to say here, Professor Van Dusen," explained the president, "that we understand thoroughly that it would have been impossible for Mr. West to have had anything to do with or know----"
"Nothing is impossible," interrupted The Thinking Machine.
"But I won't----" began West, angrily.
"Just a moment, please," said The Thinking Machine. "No one has accused you of anything. What I am doing may explain to your satisfaction just how your handkerchief came here and bring about the very thing I suppose you want--exoneration."
The cashier sank back into a chair; President Fraser looked from one to the other. Where there had been worry on his face there was now only wonderment.