The cashier, after consulting the books, replied, "Twenty-eight thousand five hundred and twenty dollars, fifty-eight cents, of which six thousand four hundred was in bills, twenty thousand in government bonds, and the balance in securities and currency."
Mr. Vaughan stepped to the cashier's desk, glanced over the book, verifying the figures, and was about turning away, when his eye caught the edge of a paper protruding from the right-hand drawer of Wentworth's desk, which adjoined that of the cashier.
Without saying a word or attracting attention to his movements, the president quietly drew the paper from the drawer and gave it a glance as he put it in his coat pocket.
It was a thousand-dollar government bond.
At this moment Frank Wentworth entered the bank with a pleasant "Good-morning." As he passed behind the rail which separated the customers' side from the working office he noticed the eyes of the president fixed upon him with a stern expression entirely new to him.
"Wentworth, I would like to see you in my office immediately," said the president.
When they had entered the little room, Mr. Vaughan closed the door, and, looking Wentworth in the eye, said:
"Frank, the bank has been robbed of a large sum of money, exactly how much we do not know until these securities have been examined and counted."
Wentworth's face became crimson, for the president's manner implied more than the mere words conveyed.
"You were the last one to leave, were you not?"