“Very well, sir.”
The cashier opened the door of the cage, and Nick stepped in, throwing a critical glance about him as he walked to the wrecked doors of the strong room.
Brown soap lay thick on the edges of both doors.
He passed inside the steel chamber, the cashier accompanying him.
“Made a pretty clean sweep, did they?” Nick asked, looking keenly around at the evidence of pillage.
“They seemed to know just what they wanted, Mr. Car—er—Mr. Nicholas.”
“That’s a way they have—sometimes. Did they make off with any specie?”
“Both specie and bills.”
“I see. Now I believe I will talk with Mr. Hepner.”
The cashier took the detective to the president’s door and announced him.