“All right, sir,” said the detective, “I will comply with your request.”
He left the office, but it is needless to say that he didn’t go far away.
“This is a very interesting comedy,” he murmured, rubbing his hands, “a very interesting comedy, and apparently played for my benefit.”
“Now, Felix,” said the bookkeeper, “tell me how it all came out. Did the paying teller look suspicious when you presented the check?”
“No. He said he hadn’t as much money in the drawer, and went to the safe in the back part of the bank. He returned with three parcels of bills in brown paper, and a hundred dollars loose.”
“And then you put it in your pocket?”
“Yes, Cousin David; I did exactly as you told me. I put them in my pocket and walked back in a leisurely way.”
“Did you see anything of Ralston?”
“Yes, I saw him out of the corner of my eye, while I was looking in at a window on Union Square.”
“He took the money?”