CpM7.Trouble at the Treasury by Ron Roy

Author:Ron Roy
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780307498410
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2006-08-15T06:00:00+00:00

“That’s Eddie Yump,” Mr. Royce said. “We call him ‘Fast Eddie’ because his fingers move so quickly. He’s been here for about five years.”

They all watched as Eddie snatched, flipped, and replaced money over and over again. His hands were a blur.

“Can you stop the picture?” KC asked Mr. Royce.

“Sure.” Mr. Royce pressed a key, and the image on the computer screen froze. Eddie Yump held a fistful of bills close to his eyes. Polly Fine was in the background. One hand was raised to wipe something with her cleaning cloth. Two other workers in the room were also frozen, as if they’d been playing a game of statues.

“Can you make it bigger?” KC asked. She leaned forward.

Mr. Royce clicked the mouse. The picture grew larger.

“Can you make it move again, but real slow?” KC asked.

Now Polly was wiping in slow motion. Her little reindeer earrings waved back and forth as she moved. Eddie Yump riffled the bills in his hand. This time it was slow enough for KC to see each bill.

“Does anyone else touch the money?” KC asked.

“Once the sheets are cut into bills, only Eddie handles them,” Mr. Royce said. He speeded up the disc and they all watched Eddie Yump doing his job.

“Excuse me, but if you think Eddie is the thief, you’re wrong,” Mr. Royce said. “Trust me, he’s the most honest person I know. Before I hired him, I got an excellent report from his last boss.”

“Where did he work before he came here?” Marshall asked.

“He was a card dealer in a casino,” Mr. Royce said.

KC stared at the man on the screen as he replaced the money on the belt, and took more. “No wonder his hands are so fast!” she said.

“Can we see the vault?” Marshall asked.

Mr. Royce shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. It’s off-limits to the public.”

“Why, I’d love to see that myself!” Casey said.

“Oh, of course, Mr. President,” Mr. Royce said. “I’ll get the shift manager to take you down there.”

He picked up a telephone, spoke into it softly, then hung up. “Ms. Slye will be here in a second.”

While Casey and Mr. Royce shook hands, KC turned to Marshall.

“Why did you ask to see the vault?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? This is my only chance to see a kajillion dollars up close!” Marshall said. “It’ll be even better than the tour!”

The elevator door opened and a tall woman came over to them. She held her hand out to Casey.

“Mr. President, welcome to the BEP. I’m Gladys Slye. I understand you want to see the cookie jar,” she said.

Casey gave her a blank look. “Cookie jar?”

“Oh, that’s what I call the vault,” Ms. Slye explained. “Won’t you join me?”

She stepped back into the elevator and the others followed.

“The vault is beneath the street and under this building,” Ms. Slye said as the elevator went down.

At the bottom, they stepped into a wide hallway. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all built of steel. As they followed Ms. Slye, their footsteps echoed around them.

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