Chapter 15 Chapter Fourteen

When Gustav and the professor entered the bank, the man in the top hat was already standing in front of the counter with the sign "Deposit-Withdrawal", waiting anxiously for his turn.Because the bank teller is on the phone. The professor stood beside the thief, watching his movements like a hound.Gustav stood behind the thief, his hands in his trouser pockets, ready to honk his horn at any moment. After a while, the cashier came to the counter and asked the professor what he wanted. "Thank you," said the professor, "this gentleman is ahead of me." So the cashier asked Grond: "Do you deposit money or withdraw money?"

"Excuse me, would you please exchange a hundred-mark note for two fifty-mark notes, and change the forty marks into coins?" he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a note. A hundred-mark note and two twenty-mark notes were on the counter. The teller picked up the three bills and went to the cash drawer. "Wait!" cried the professor, "he stole the money!" "What... what?" The cashier turned around and asked in surprise; the bank staff who were sitting elsewhere to settle the accounts also stopped working and stood up suddenly, as if they had been bitten by a snake.

"The money doesn't belong to this gentleman at all. He stole it from a friend of mine. He wants to replace it so that no one can prove that he stole it," explained the professor. "I've never had such shame in my life," said Grond, then turned to the cashier, said, "I'm sorry!" and slapped the professor loudly. "It's no use hitting me, facts are facts." As the professor spoke, he bumped Grond in the stomach, forcing him to hold on to the counter.At this moment Gustav honked the horn three times vigorously.The bank clerks jumped up from their seats and ran to the cashier curiously.The director of the branch office of the bank also rushed out of his office angrily.

At that moment, ten boys ran in from the door, with the Emil at the head; and they surrounded the man in the top hat. "Damn it, what's going on with these skinny kids?" the director shouted. "The rascals say that I stole from one of them the money I just asked your cashier to change," said Grond, trembling with rage. "That is indeed the case!" Emile jumped to the counter and said loudly. "Yesterday afternoon, on the train from Neustadt to Berlin, he stole one hundred-mark and two twenty-mark banknotes from me while I was sleeping." "So can you prove that he stole the money?" asked the cashier seriously.

"I've been in Berlin for a week, and I was in the city from morning until night yesterday," said the thief, with a polite smile. "Damn it, you're talking nonsense!" cried Emil, almost crying out of anger. "Then can you prove that this gentleman is the one in the same carriage as you?" asked the Director. "Of course he can't," said the thief casually. "If you say you were the only one sitting with him in the car, then you won't find a single witness." A bank clerk said.At this time, Emil's companions showed panic on their faces.

"No!" cried Emil, "no! I have a witness, Frau Jakob, from Gross-Grünau, who at first sat in the same carriage as us, and then got off. I go to Xincheng Mr. Kurtz says hello too! " The director said to the thief, "It seems you have to prove that you were not there. Can you prove that?" "Of course," he said. "I'm staying at the Clyde Hotel over there..." "You only moved in last night," said Gustav. "I sneaked in there and worked as an elevator driver, and I know the situation, you bastard!" The bank clerks all laughed, and everyone was very interested in the boy.

"We'd better keep the money here for the time being. What's your name?" asked the director, tearing a sheet out of the little book, trying to write down his name and address. "His name is Grunhui!" said the Emil. The man in the top hat laughed loudly, and said, "You see, it's a mistake. My name is Miller." "He doesn't blush when he's lying! On the train he told me his name was Grond," Mill said angrily. "Do you have an ID card?" the cashier asked. "Unfortunately, not with me," said the thief. "If you will wait a moment, I will fetch it at the hotel."

This guy is still lying!Anyway, it's my money and I have to get it back," Emil said. "Yes, even if the money is yours; my boy," said the cashier, "it can't be so simple! How can you prove that it is yours? Maybe it has your name on it, or you remember Got the number on the ticket?" "Of course not," Emil said. "Who would have thought that money could be stolen? But, anyway, the money is mine, do you hear? My mother told me to take it to my grandmother; who lives here at rue Schuman 15." Number." "Is there a corner missing on one of the notes, or is there any other special mark?

"No, I do not know." "Well, gentlemen, I promise on my honor that the money is indeed mine. I will not steal money from children!" said the thief. "Shut up!" cried Emil suddenly, jumping up in anger; it seemed that his body had grown so light. "Shut up! I'm on the train: I've pinned the money to the inside of my jacket. So the needle's eye must still be visible on the three bills!" The cashier looked carefully at the money up to the light.The others also held their breath nervously. The thief took a step back.The director of the branch office of the bank tapped his fingers on the table excitedly.

"The boy is right," cried the teller, pale with emotion, "there is a needle's eye in the bill!" "Here are the pins," said Emile, setting them down on the table with dignity. "My hand is bleeding from it!" At this time, the thief turned around like lightning, pushed the children around him to the sides, and they all fell down. Open the door and run away. "Follow him!" shouted the director. Everyone ran to the door. By the time people ran out into the street, at least twenty children had surrounded the thieves.Some hugged his legs, some grabbed his arms, and some grabbed his jacket.He struggled like crazy.But the kids are not at all relaxed.

At this moment, a policeman came running from afar, and he was summoned by Boni on a small bicycle. The head of the bank branch solemnly asked the police to arrest this guy who was called Grond at one time and Müller at another, because he might be the thief on the train. The teller took leave of absence, took the money and the pin, and followed.Hey, this is really a big team! There were policemen, there were bank clerks, and the thief was in the middle, followed by ninety to a hundred children!In this way, they walked straight to the police station. Bonnie followed the line on her little nickel-plated bicycle, nodded to the triumphant cousin Emil, and called out, "Emil, my lad! I'll ride home and tell them about this." play." Emile nodded to her too, and said, "I'll be home after lunch! Hello everyone!" Bonnie said again: "Do you know what you look like? It's like a school team going out for a hike!" After speaking, she rang the bell vigorously, turned the corner, and went home.