The door opened into a large room which was furnished with several cots and chairs as well as a cook stove and the necessary cooking utensils. A good supply of food was stored in a closet in one corner.
“I knew there must be some place,” the detective declared as he stood in the middle of the room and looked about.
“But how in thunder did he make that door?” the sheriff asked.
“Maybe he didn’t,” the detective returned. “Looks to me as though that door was made some years ago. But how he found out about it beats me.”
Just then a low cry from one of the deputies attracted their attention and, hastening to his side, they found him gazing with wide staring eyes at a suit-case which lay open on the floor at his feet. It was no wonder he had uttered the cry of astonishment for the case was filled with piles of new ten-dollar bills.
“Gosh, I didn’t know there was that much money in the world,” the man gasped. “I reckon as how there must be close on ter a billion dollars there.”
“Hardly that much,” the detective laughed as he picked up one of the bundles. “There’s quite a lot of it though, but the trouble is it isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on.”
“What you mean, it ain’t worth nothin’?”
“Phony. Green goods.”
“You mean it’s counterfeit?”