"Nice fellow ?" "I don't know him at all well." "Know the cashier of the Union Bank ?" he shot at her suddenly.
"No!" She strove desperately to make the denial convincing but she could not hide the little tremor in her voice.
The detective mused.
"Fellow of good family, I understand," he said, eyeing her.

"Very popular.

That's what's behind most of these bank embezzlements--men getting into society and spending more than they make." Dale hailed the tinkle of the city telephone with an inward sigh of relief.

The detective moved to answer the house phone on the wall by the alcove, mistaking the direction of the ring.

Dale corrected him quickly.
"No, the other one.