"I'm sorry, sir," said the man, "but an estop has been put on this
account. You will have to return the fifty credits."
"Certainly," I said, hastily whipping out the fifty. I wanted to dash
for the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other teller hang
up his phone and look about urgently. He had not yet seen me.
"Here is the invalidated check," said the teller. "I suggest you hold
onto it."
"Thank you," I said, restraining my hand from grabbing. "Guard," I
said, "there's a teller over there motioning for you." I pointed in
the opposite direction from the second teller. "I think it's number 16
there."
He went his way. I went my way, as fast as one can in a bank building
without starting a chase. I hurried through the doors, waving
frantically for a coptercab. One descended.
"Where to?"