"Is Rossie Bent here?" he asked, stopping at the teller's cage.
"Bent!" called the teller.
Tom waited in suspense.
"Not here," called a voice from somewhere beyond.
"Not here," repeated the teller, and added: "Asleep at the switch, I dare say."
Evidently the people of the bank had Roscoe's number. A strange feeling came over Tom which chilled his elation and troubled him. Irresistibly there rose in his mind a picture of a waiting automobile, of a dark figure, and a silent departure late at night.
"I guess maybe he's just stopped to register, hey?" said Tom.
"Stopped for something or other, evidently," said the teller.
"Could I speak to Mr. Temple's secretary?" Tom asked.
Mr. Temple's secretary, a brisk little man, came out, greeting Tom pleasantly.