intercept, seemed to make up her mind to bow to the inevitable.
Ignoring the cashier, she looked up at the blond Lieutenant with a
slight smile on her pretty lips.

"It was really all my fault at the beginning," she said, "and very
stupid of me. I am slightly acquainted with the bank manager, and I am
sure he will vouch for me, if he is there."

With that she turned and walked briskly toward the bank, at so rapid a
pace as to indicate that she did not wish an escort. The bareheaded
official found his anger unaccountably deserting him, while a great
fear that he had put his foot in it took its place.

"Really," said the Lieutenant gently, as they strode along together,
"an official in your position should be a good judge of human nature.
How any sane person, especially a young man, can look at that
beautiful girl and suspect her of evil, passes my comprehension. Do
you know her?"

"No," said the cashier shortly. "Do you?"

The Lieutenant laughed genially.

"Still suspicious, eh?" he asked. "No, I don't know her, but to use a
banking term, you may bet your bottom dollar I'm going to. Indeed, I
am rather grateful to you for your stubbornness in forcing us to
return. It's a quality I like, and you possess it in marvelous
development, so I intend to stand by you when the managerial censure
is due. I'm very certain I met your manager at the dinner they gave us
last night. Mr. Morton, isn't he?"