"Yes--I saw it," she said in a queerly colorless voice.

"Too bad.

It must be terrible to--to have everyone suspect you--and hunt you--as I suppose they're hunting that poor cashier." "Well," said Miss Cornelia, "a man who wrecks a bank deserves very little sympathy to my way of thinking.

But then I'm old-fashioned.
Well, dear, I won't keep you.

Run along--and if you want an aspirin, there's a box in my top bureau-drawer." "Thanks, darling.