The day after Christmas, Uncle Billy sobered up and remembered what happened to the deposit.
“I think it was in the newspaper that Mr. Potter took from me,” he said.
George called Bert the policeman, and auditors went through Potter’s books and the contents of the bank’s vault.
“Eight thousand over,” said the bank examiner. He turned to Potter. “Can you explain this?”
Potter’s lawyers tried to, but they watched their client being rolled out of the bank into custody.
“Thank goodness that’s been solved,” said Billy.
“You’re fired,” said George, as the townspeople began to demand their money back.