that point onward, innocence of conduct or explanation so explicit as to
satisfy any ordinary man, becomes evidence of more subtle guilt to the
mind of a bank official. The ordinary citizen, seeing the Lieutenant
finally overtake and accost the hurrying girl, raise his cap, then pour
into her outstretched hand the gold he had taken, would have known at
once that here was an every-day exercise of natural politeness. Not so
the cashier. The farther he got from the bank, the more poignantly did
he realize that these two in front, both strangers to him, had, by their
combined action, lured him, pistol and all, away from his post during
the dullest hour of the day. It was not the decamping with those few
pieces of gold which now troubled him: it was fear of what might
be going on behind him. He was positive that these two had acted in
conjunction. The uniform worn by the man did not impose upon him. Any
thief could easily come by a uniform, and, as his mind glanced rapidly
backwards over the various points of the scheme, he saw how effectual
the plan was: first, the incredible remissness of the woman in leaving
her gold on the counter; second, the impetuous disappearance of the
man with the money; and, third, his own heedless plunge into the street
after them. He saw the whole plot in a flash: he had literally leaped
into the trap, and during his five or ten minutes’ absence, the
accomplices of the pair might have overawed the unarmed clerks, and
walked off with the treasure. His cash drawer was unlocked, and even the
big safe stood wide open. Surprise had as effectually lured him away as
if he had been a country bumpkin. Bitterly and breathlessly did he curse
his own precipitancy. His duty was to guard the bank, yet it had not
been the bank that was robbed, but, at best a careless woman who had
failed to pick up her money. He held the check for it, and the loss, if
any, was hers, not the bank’s, yet here he was, running bareheaded down
the street like a fool, and now those two stood quite calmly together,
he handing her the money, and thus spreading a mantle of innocence over
the vile trick. But whatever was happening in the bank, he would secure
two of the culprits at least. The two, quite oblivious of the danger
that threatened them, were somewhat startled by a panting man, trembling
with rage, bareheaded, and flourishing a deadly weapon, sweeping down
upon them.
“Come back to the bank instantly, you two!” he shouted.
“Why?” asked the Lieutenant in a quiet voice.
“Because I say so, for one thing.”
“That reason is unanswerable,” replied the Lieutenant with a slight
laugh, which further exasperated his opponent. “I think you are exciting
yourself unnecessarily. May I beg you to put that pistol in your pocket?
On the cruiser we always cover up the guns when ladies honor us with
their presence. You wish me to return because I had no authority for
taking the money? Right: come along.”
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