"Stephen D Rogers - A Matter Of Interest" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rogers Stephen D)

"No, it's not that I think that my statement's wrong. I assume that my calculations are off. Math was never my strong point, although it hasn't stopped me from running my own business."

The Vice President seemed determined that he wasn't going to look at my page of figures. "What line of work did you say you were in?"

"I'm a private investigator." I pointed at my calculations. "Did I round incorrectly somewhere?"

When he didn't answer, I looked up and saw that he had turned white as a ghost. "Are you all right?"

"You're a private investigator?"

"Yes. It's a maligned profession, but the title comes from the ancient Latin. We stole all our words from the Romans, but then we stole our numbers from the Arabs. Go figure."

Mister Kowalksi knocked his chair over as he stood. "I didn't steal a penny from the accounts. Your money was all back minutes after I transferred it out."

Sitting back in my chair, I raised a finger. "Are you saying that my calculations were correct?"

"No one was supposed to notice. The average daily balance doesn't matter to business accounts because there isn't any interest."

"You moved the money out for a short time, and it was enough to mess up the average daily balance." That's why my number didn't match the number on the statement.

Righting his chair, he sat back down, taking a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face. "The balance is determined every day at three. At five of, I siphoned money from the business accounts into my personal account so that I would get the additional interest. By five past, all the money was back where it belonged, no one the wiser. At least I thought no one was the wiser."

"Why?"

"I needed to stockpile some cash. I have to get out of here." He leaned forward. "You don't know what it's like."

Remembering the horror of my recent experience, I nodded. "I'm afraid I do. Still, stealing from the bank is against the law."

He covered his face with his hands. "How did you...?"

I tapped my sheet of calculations. "You're the banker; you should know numbers don't lie."


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