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?" "Yes, sir; but everything was safe and sound when I left. I tried the vault door after putting on my hat and coat, and I am positive it was securely locked." "Are you equally positive in regard to the front door after you had passed out?" "Yes, sir; I turned the knob repeatedly; the door was closed and locked." "You have no theory to offer as to how the robbery was accomplished?" "Why, Mr. Vaughan! how should I know anything more about it than yourself? Was the vault door open?" Without replying, the president said, "Step to the door and call Mr. Hendrix and Mr. Salters." Frank did as he was bidden. "Each of you has a private drawer in your desk of which you retain the key. The bank has lost a large sum of money, and we must be willing to clear ourselves of the suspicion which might attach, in view of the fact that the vault combination is unknown to any person outside this room. You will hand me your keys, and come with me to the outer office while I perform a most unpleasant duty." Hendrix's desk was first inspected; then Salters's; but nothing found to implicate them. Mr. Vaughan next opened Frank's private drawer, and there, directly in front, lay two of the government bonds and a number of bills of different denominations.