“Then you won’t let us finish our film at the Castle?” Brad demanded.
“I can’t allow you to go there. As I say, I’m sorry—”
The Cubs waited to hear no more of his apology. Completely discouraged, they started down the balcony steps.
“It’s unfair!” Red stormed. “This bank gives me a pain!”
Unnoticed by the Cubs, a heavily set man in gray, which matched the color of his hair, had met them squarely on the stairway.
“What’s this about not liking the bank?” he inquired.
Embarrassed, Red stammered out that Mr. Kain wasn’t being fair to the Cubs. And he added bitterly: “That’s all the thanks we get for saving their old house!”
The remark troubled the man, for he said: “We must look into this. Come with me, and we’ll talk to Mr. Kain.”
By this time the Cubs began to suspect that they had encountered another official of the bank. They were sure of it, when as they approached Mr. Kain’s desk again, the man quickly got to his feet.
“Good morning, Mr. Hammond,” he said respectfully.