“Nor I,” agreed the reporter. “But may I help in the search of Witherby’s room?”
“Certainly. I intend that you shall be there. I’ll call my lawyer now, and arrange for the proper authority.”
CHAPTER XV
THE THOUSAND-DOLLAR BILL
Harrison Witherby showed no surprise when, a little later that afternoon, a messenger summoned him to the private office of the bank president. But if he was calm and collected over it, the other clerks and employees were not.
“Say, I’ll wager something is up,” whispered one of the bookkeepers to another.
“Shouldn’t wonder,” was the answer. “About the robbery, too.”
“That’s right! It’s a shame it hasn’t been solved before, so that every one isn’t under suspicion.”
“It sure is, but I don’t see how Witherby could have taken the valise. He had no chance.”
“There’s no telling. I thought that reporter fellow on the Leader was going to solve this thing in jig style, but I guess he isn’t any better than any one else.”
“That’s so. Well, I wonder what Witherby is in for?”