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"I can't do anything with that check," Ted heard Creviss say. "You'll
have to come in when the cashier is here. The safe is locked, and I
can't get into it, anyway, and all the currency is in it. I'm only
staying here until the cashier gets back from dinner."
"When will that be?" asked the stranger.
"In about half an hour."
The stranger picked up his valise, which seemed to be heavy, and walked
out grumbling about banks that closed up for dinner.
Ted said nothing to Wiley, but he took a good look about the bank,
disregarding the other lad's scowls.
He observed that the vault door stood open, but that there was no money
in sight, and the place had an air of desertion, as if business was
slack.
When Strong had seen all that he wanted of the apparent entrances to the
bank that a criminal might use to force his way in, he left with two
distinct impressions on his mind. One was that the vault door had been
open when he came in, and that Wiley Creviss had abruptly closed it when
he saw Ted staring at it.


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