“Say, maybe you have something!” exclaimed Jerry, pulling up at the curb. “If he had hid the bonds in the gargoyle, it would be natural for him to wonder if they still were safe after this storm! He might have decided to shift them to another place.”
“My idea exactly! Jerry, let’s nab him and turn him over to the police!”
“Not quite so fast, my little chickadee. If we accuse Potts, and it turns out we’re wrong, well, he could make it hot for us.”
“We’ll have to take a chance,” Penny urged.
Leaving the car at the curb, the pair walked hurriedly to the bank. The building was dark and the lights were off inside.
“Sure you saw Potts on the balcony?” Jerry asked as they huddled against the wall for protection against the biting wind.
“Yes, and I think he’s coming now!”
Penny was correct. They heard footsteps coming down the marble stairway, and a moment later, the bank secretary unlocked the door. The waiting couple made no move until he had locked himself out, but as he started away, Jerry tapped him on the shoulder.
Potts whirled around, obviously startled. His face blanched.
“Hello, Potts,” said Jerry. “Working late, aren’t you?”