Sid and Ida had their share of the "third degree" of
police questioning in a mild form, and though Sid was at first
indignant and refused to answer questions, he finally gave in. There
was an unofficial verdict of "not guilty" in the case of all, and
Ed's little fortune seemed likely never to be found.
When, about two weeks after the loss, Cora took a hundred-dollar
bill to the bank to get it changed, and the teller looked at it
rather longer than seemed necessary, Jack, who was with his sister,
asked:
"What's the matter? Isn't that good?" He betrayed some feeling,
for the finger of suspicion seemed pointing at his family from every
person he met.
"Why--I hope it's good," was the smiling answer. "If it isn't I
have lost faith in the government printing office."
"My grandmother gave it to me for my birthday," explained Cora. "I
haven't had time to spend it since getting my auto. No one ever
questioned a bill of hers before."
"Neither have I questioned it," declared the teller. "I was merely
making a note of the number. We have instructions to take a
memorandum of all bills of large denomination. I was merely doing
that."
"Since when was that rule in effect?" asked Jack.
"Since the Foster robbery.
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