"
"He hasn't been here yet. Even if he had, I remember you, and should
have detected him. When was it taken?"
"Yesterday," said Dick. "I missed it in the evenin' when I
got home."
"Have you any suspicion as to the person who took it?" asked
the cashier.
Dick thereupon told all he knew as to the general character and
suspicious conduct of Jim Travis, and the cashier agreed with him
that he was probably the thief. Dick also gave his reason for
thinking that he would visit the bank that morning, to withdraw
the funds.
"Very good," said the cashier. "We'll be ready for him. What is the
number of your book?"
"No. 5,678," said Dick.
"Now give me a little description of this Travis whom you suspect."
Dick accordingly furnished a brief outline sketch of Travis, not
particularly complimentary to the latter.
"That will answer. I think I shall know him," said the cashier. "You
may depend upon it that he shall receive no money on your account."
"Thank you," said Dick.
Considerably relieved in mind, our hero turned towards the door,
thinking that there would be nothing gained by his remaining longer,
while he would of course lose time.
He had just reached the doors, which were of glass, when through
them he perceived James Travis himself just crossing the street, and
apparently coming towards the bank. It would not do, of course, for
him to be seen.
"Here he is," he exclaimed, hurrying back.
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