“It has already been handed in, George. Here it is.”
A startled look crossed the policeman’s face.
“Was the bullion delivered?” he asked.
“Not yet. A young man who says he is Joe McGlory is in my private room. You know what to do. Take him out the side entrance so there won’t be a scene out front.”
The policeman passed through the wicket and entered the private room. The cashier turned, serene as ever, to give a greeting to one of the bank’s customers.
A call from the door of his private room caused the cashier to turn.
“Just a moment, Mr. Hamilton,” said the policeman.
The cashier stepped to the door, and the policeman took his arm and drew him inside.
The room was empty!