had deposited $1
to the credit of Janet Jorgens in trust for little Harry Jorgens.

It was three o'clock before Evan had a chance to eat lunch. It lay on
the little table in his box, dry and sour. He looked at it with
enmity, and, snatching a few bites of this and that, which he washed
down with cold water, threw the remainder in a waste-basket, and went
back to the dirty money.

Penton was all aglow. He perambulated up and down the office shouting
through the wicket at people to whom he had never spoken before. He
would run to the ledger, find out the name of a poor innocent farmer
whose whiskers told of a possible buried treasure somewhere, and bawl
out that name, to the owner's consternation.

"You've got a busy office here, Penton," said the inspector, just
before the door was closed.

"Yes, Mr. Castle. Of course we have no opposition right in the town.
But I mean to hold it, even though another bank opens up. I hear the
N---- Bank is coming in."

"Yes," said Castle. "By the way," he remarked, addressing the teller's
back, "wasn't it a market day on which you lost the silver, Mr. Nelson?"

Evan turned around; the two men were leaning against a desk behind the
cage.

"Yes, sir," was the simple reply.

The inspector nodded, then walked into the manager's office. Penton
followed him--but that was nothing unusual. The boys returned to their
work.

"First shot!" shouted Filter, who had been working on the current
ledger balance off and on all day.

Henty stopped licking an envelope, and allowing it to stick to his
tongue, whispered hoarsely:

"Loud pedal, Gordon; the inspector's in town."

Filter colored. It must have been quite a relief to his placidly pale
face; but his eye caught an unextended balance, and he forgot the
offence immediately.

It was six o'clock before Evan had his cash balanced. A money parcel
had come in from Toronto, another had to be sent out, and the cash-book
had not been able to compare totals until after five.

The inspector and the manager went over to the hotel just before
supper, and afterwards to the Penton apartments, where Mrs. Penton had
a spread laid for I. Castle.

Three times during inspection Mr. Castle accepted the same invitation.
Evan wondered if Mrs. Penton had woven her charms about the inspector;
he thought it quite likely. She would do it for her husband's sake.
Castle, by the way, was a bachelor. One day he held up a bunch of
collateral before