If I hadn't thought of that, they'd have found some way to grip me and ripe me long before I got to the Bank." He shuddered as he thought of the dangers he had escaped.

"As it is, they're off the track for half an hour at least, while they're rummaging among Auntie Phemie's scones." At the thought he laughed heartily, and when he brought the taxi-cab to a standstill by rapping on the front window, he left it with a temper apparently restored.

Obviously he had no grudge against the driver, who to his immense surprise was rewarded with ten shillings.
Three minutes later Mr.McCunn might have been seen entering the head office of the Strathclyde Bank and inquiring for the manager.

There was no hesitation about him now, for his foot was on his native heath.

The chief cashier received him with deference in spite of his unorthodox garb, for he was not the least honoured of the bank's customers.