ANOTHER TWIST—BY MATT AND M'GLORY.
"I don't like your attitude," said Lorry haughtily, to the officer when they were all in the office.
"Naturally," grinned the policeman, "I'm not responsible for that."
"Well," ordered George, "search them, take the money and give it to me. That's all I want. They've got it, I know they have."
"You bet we've got it, George," said McGlory, opening the satchel and fishing out the bunch of bills. "How does that look to you? Everything's all shipshape, too, even to the name of the bank on the wrapper."
George gave a cry of delight and started forward.
"See him!" cried McGlory, calmly pushing his cousin back with one hand and thrusting the money into his breast pocket with the other.
"I want that, McGlory," snapped George.
"I know you do, but you don't get it."
"Come, come," put in the officer. "There's a whole lot of money in that roll——"