A telephone call disclosed the fact that Weldon was then making his examination of the Central Trust Company books and could not be disturbed, but Todd managed to get him later in the afternoon and made an appointment for dinner, on the plea of official business which he wished to discuss. That afternoon he paid a visit to the house of a certain Mr. Jafferay and spent an hour in a vain attempt to locate the bank examiner. Promptly at six o'clock that official walked into Todd's room at the hotel, to find the operative pacing restlessly up and down, visibly excited and clutching what appeared to be a roll of paper. "What's the matter?" asked Weldon. "I'm on time. Didn't keep you waiting a minute?" "No!" snapped Todd, "but where have you been for the last hour? Been trying to reach you all over town." "Great Scott! man, even a human adding machine has a right to take a little rest now and then. If you must know, I've been getting a shave and a haircut. Anything criminal in that?" "Can't say that there is," and Todd relaxed enough to smile at his vehemence. "But there is in this," unrolling the parcel that he still held and presenting several large sheets of ruled paper for the examiner's attention. "Recognise them?" "They appear to be loose leaves from the ledgers at the Central Trust Company." "Precisely. Were they there when you went over the books this morning?" "I don't recall them, but it's possible they may have been." "No--they weren't. One of the bookkeepers mailed them to himself, at his home address, while you were still at the First National. If I hadn't visited his house this afternoon, in the guise of a book agent, and taken a long chance by lifting this roll of paper, he'd have slipped them back in place in the morning and nobody'd been any the wiser." "Then you mean that the bookkeeper is responsible for falsifying the accounts?" "Only partially. Was the cash O. K. at the Central Trust?" "Perfectly." "Do you recall any record of a check for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars upon the State National drawn and cashed this morning?" "No, there was no such check." "Yes, there was. I was present when the messenger cashed it and he took the money back to the C. T. C. They knew you wouldn't get around to the State before morning, and by that time the check would have gone to the clearing house, giving them plenty of time to make the cash balance to a penny." "Whom do you suspect of manipulating the funds?" "The man who signed the check--Rockwell, the cashier! That's why I was trying to get hold of you. I haven't the authority to demand admittance to the Central Trust vaults, but you have. Then, if matters are as I figure them, I'll take charge of the case as an agent of the Department of Justice." "Come on!" was Weldon's response. "We'll get up there right away, No use losing time over it!"