Meantime, Jenkins had found the bank policeman.
“Mr. Hamilton wants you at once, George,” said Jenkins.
Charley overheard the words, and he had already seen the cashier talking with Jenkins and ushering the girl into the private room. That was quite enough for Charley, and he left the bank in a hurry.
“What is it, Mr. Hamilton?” asked the policeman, leaning over the cashier’s railing.
The cashier handed up the message for the policeman to read.
“That sounds business-like, Mr. Hamilton,” said the policeman, dropping the message on the cashier’s desk.
“Very much so, George.”
“It’s from Stoughton, Massachusetts.”
“Yes.”
“If the order comes in here, we can arrest the man that brings it.”