“I am in great haste,” replied Grayson, trying to shake off the officer’s hand.
“Not so fast, my friend,” said the officer.
“This is an outrage,” blustered Grayson. “I have committed no wrong.”
“In that case you won’t be detained long. Come in.”
Grayson, much against his will, had to obey.
By this time the bank official had come out in front of the partition.
“This man has forged a draft on the account of another person,” he said.
“Is the owner of the book here?”
The teller indicated Ben.
“This is a conspiracy,” blustered Grayson, but he was slow in meeting Ben’s eye.