He could not tell how much they represented, but paused to view them.

Then he pulled out the second of the cash drawers.
In that were the receipts of the day.
"I didn't know Fitzgerald and Moy ever left any money this way," his mind said to itself.

"They must have forgotten it." He looked at the other drawer and paused again.
"Count them," said a voice in his ear.
He put his hand into the first of the boxes and lifted the stack, letting the separate parcels fall.

They were bills of fifty and one hundred dollars done in packages of a thousand.

He thought he counted ten such.
"Why don't I shut the safe ?" his mind said to itself, lingering.