The policeman looked up at the teller with a wink. "He can tell a good
yarn," chuckled the policeman. "Shouldn't wonder if he could write one."
The teller laughed and Jimmy's eyes burned again. "It's mine," he
insisted.
"If it's yours," said the policeman quietly, "we can settle it fast
enough. Do your folks have an account here?"
"No sir."
"Hmmm. That makes it tough."