“Had your man any prominent appearance by which he would be likely to impress the cashier’s memory?”
“I think so.”
The president touched a button and summoned a messenger.
“Tell Mr. Grandin I wish to see him, and ask him to bring his accounts along for Wednesday of last week.”
The cashier shortly appeared, with an account book under his arm.
“Mr. Grandin, this gentleman”—indicating Nick Carter—“wants to make some inquiries, and I wish you would answer him to the best of your ability.”
“I shall be pleased if I can accommodate you, sir,” said the cashier, bowing to the detective.
“Well, then, Mr. Grandin, a gentleman was seen to leave this office on the day mentioned and our belief is that he was here for the purpose of paying a premium, because he had a piece of paper in his hand when he went out which looked like one of the company’s receipts.”
“And you want to learn who he was—what his name is?”