Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 3. Nobody saw George taking money into his pockets because( ).

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 4. George fainted after the bank robber was gone because( ).

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 5. From the ending of the story, we know that Mr. Bell had discovered that（ ）.

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 1. The bank robber was Mr. Carruthers, former president of Central Bank.

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 2. Bank Teller B, who was, actually George himself, knew nothing beforehand about the intention of the robber.

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 3. The purpose of this arrangement of robbery was to find out which bank teller often stole money from his cashbox.

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 4. George did not laugh when Mr. Carruthers showed how he had acted as a robber because George knew that his stealing would be discovered.

Welcome to Our Bank 　　“I wish Central Bank would be robbed,” George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller （出纳员） at the bank. 　　All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought. Why not this bank? Were robbers scornful of its four-million-dollar capital? Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn't pulled out his gun in twenty-two years? 　　Of course George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn’t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this: 　　If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B... 　　And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money... 　　What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank Robber A? 　　There was only one problem. Where was Bank Robber A? 　　One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen. “Good morning, Mr. Burrdws,” he said cheerfully. The bank president said something in a low voice and went into his office. 　　At two o’clock Bank Robber A walked in. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slipped in. For another thing, he wore a mask. 　　“This is a holdup （抢劫）,” the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound. “You,” the bank robber said, “lie down on the floor.” Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George's cage. 　　“All fight,” he said. “Hand it over.” 　　“Yes, sir,” said George. “ Would you like it in ten- or twenty dollar bills?” 　　“Just hand it over!” 　　George reached into his cashbox and took all the bills from the top section-close to six thousand dollars. He passed them through the window. The robber snatched them, put them into his pockets, and turned to leave. 　　Then, while everyone watched Bank Robber A, Bank Teller B calmly lifted off the top section of the cash and slipped bills from the bottom section into his pockets. 　　The door swung and the bank robber was gone. George fainted. When he woke he smiled up at the worried faces looking down at him. “I’m all right, he said bravely.” 　　“Perhaps you should go home, George,” Mr. Bell, the chief auditor （审计员） said. 　　As soon as he was safely behind his bedroom door, George took the money from his pockets and counted it. He had seven thousand dollars. He was very happy. 　　The next morning when George arrived at the bank, it was not open for business. But everyone was there, helping to examine the bank's records for the special audit Mr. Bell was taking. 　　George was called into Mr. Burrows' office. The bank president seemed strangely cheerful. “George,” he said, “I want you to meet Mr. Carruthers, who used to be president of our bank.” 　　“Good morning, George,”said Mr. Carruthers. “I was sorry to hear you fain yesterday. Are you all right now?” 　　“Yes, sir, just fine, thanks.” 　　“I' m glad to hear it. That was quite an adventure. It just goes to show how easy it is to rob our bank.” 　　“Sir?” said George, confused. 　　“George, I was sorry to give you a hard time yesterday, but with all the banks being robbed these days, I thought it would be a good idea to prove that our little bank can be robbed too. I have retired, but I haven’t stopped thinking. That’s, why I played my little game yesterday, just to keep everybody on his toes.” 　　“I don't understand,” said George. “What game?” 　　The old man laughed and took out a mask. He placed it over his face, and said, “All fight. Hand it over!” Mr. Burrows laughed but George did not. 　　“And the money?” George said in a small voice. 　　“Don't worry,” Mr. Carruthers said. “I put it all back in your cashbox all six thousand. We’re just finishing up the audit now.” George turned cold with fear. 　　Behind them, the door opened and Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, put his head into the room. “Mr. Burrows,” he said gravely, “may I see you a moment?” 5. Mr. Bell, the chief auditor, looked very serious when he asked to see the bank president for a moment.

The Lunch At the restaurant I could see my jewellery was attracting attention.The smartly-dressed gentlemen were staring until their wives nudged them and warned them to stop gawking（发呆地看着）and behave. 　　All I did to attract such attention was spread my fingers and twiddle with my showy earrings.1 wasn’t wearing rubbish.My rings were crafted with the finest gold and priceless stones from around the world.Bert，my boyfriend had said that my tiara（冕状头饰）was ostentatious（显眼的），so，not wanting to appear to have bad taste，I decided to wear my hat instead. 　　I got chummy with（与……关系亲密） my neighbour.We were rather alike，a little bit overweight，wearing similar clothes，with the only difference being that mine were real clothes with a capital C. 　　My new friend got tipsy（微醉的）over her cocktails，and told me that her name was Ruby. 　　“But you can call me Rube，”she simpered（傻笑着说）from the other side of the table. 　　The restaurant was all chandeliers（枝形大吊灯），white tablecloths and silver.And the young waiters were all dressed to the nines，looking as though they were about to perform in a stage show. 　　Neither Rube nor l were married and we soon became very friendly. 　　“You can call me Pearl，”I said.1 asked Rube how she managed to afford to dine out at this swanky place.She said she had won the lunch in a radio competition. 　　“Me too,” I replied, and both of us laughed our heads off. 　　Rube was wearing cheap，gaudy jewellery, which probably came from a market. You wouldn’t see me in that junk. 　　But by now Rube had drunk far too much sherry.She kept on asking me if she could just try on some of my jewellery，but throughout life l have learnt to never trust anybody. 　　Still，by now Rube wasn’t really a stranger and I didn’t want to be seen as mean-spirited（吝啬）in such a posh（豪华的）restaurant. 　　We had to go to the ladies room.Gold taps and all that. 　　It looked so grand that when Rube asked me again if she could try my jewels on just for a minute，l offered her the pendant（耳环，垂饰）. 　　That’s me，generous and kind.That pendant was worth a fortune.You should have seen her face. 　　She primped and preened（打扮） in the mirror admiring the pendant，but she just wasn’t satisfied. 　　“Just let me try on the rings,”she pleaded.“And the bracelets.” 　　I was worried that she might not get the rings off her chunky fingers，but I reluctantly handed them over. 　　So there she was with a stunning ring on each finger. To please her, I tried on her rubbish jewellery. 　　At this stage we were both tipsy, and it was time to say enough was enough. 　　All of a sudden，two policewomen burst into the ladies room and slapped a set of handcuffs around Rube’s beautifully-adorned wrists. 　　The policewomen then escorted（押送）poor Rube out of the ladies，despite her loud，tearful protests that she never knew nothing about no armed hold-up（武装抢劫）at the bank vaults（地下保险库）.She’d never pinched a thing in her life.Never! 　　Poor Rube.It was a shame because Bert would have to organize another heist（偷窃）before I could get hold of that sort of stuff again. 　　Just the same，some people are unfortunate，aren’t they? 1.From the story, we may infer that the narrator anti her boy friend( ) .

The Lunch At the restaurant I could see my jewellery was attracting attention.The smartly-dressed gentlemen were staring until their wives nudged them and warned them to stop gawking（发呆地看着）and behave. 　　All I did to attract such attention was spread my fingers and twiddle with my showy earrings.1 wasn’t wearing rubbish.My rings were crafted with the finest gold and priceless stones from around the world.Bert，my boyfriend had said that my tiara（冕状头饰）was ostentatious（显眼的），so，not wanting to appear to have bad taste，I decided to wear my hat instead. 　　I got chummy with（与……关系亲密） my neighbour.We were rather alike，a little bit overweight，wearing similar clothes，with the only difference being that mine were real clothes with a capital C. 　　My new friend got tipsy（微醉的）over her cocktails，and told me that her name was Ruby. 　　“But you can call me Rube，”she simpered（傻笑着说）from the other side of the table. 　　The restaurant was all chandeliers（枝形大吊灯），white tablecloths and silver.And the young waiters were all dressed to the nines，looking as though they were about to perform in a stage show. 　　Neither Rube nor l were married and we soon became very friendly. 　　“You can call me Pearl，”I said.1 asked Rube how she managed to afford to dine out at this swanky place.She said she had won the lunch in a radio competition. 　　“Me too,” I replied, and both of us laughed our heads off. 　　Rube was wearing cheap，gaudy jewellery, which probably came from a market. You wouldn’t see me in that junk. 　　But by now Rube had drunk far too much sherry.She kept on asking me if she could just try on some of my jewellery，but throughout life l have learnt to never trust anybody. 　　Still，by now Rube wasn’t really a stranger and I didn’t want to be seen as mean-spirited（吝啬）in such a posh（豪华的）restaurant. 　　We had to go to the ladies room.Gold taps and all that. 　　It looked so grand that when Rube asked me again if she could try my jewels on just for a minute，l offered her the pendant（耳环，垂饰）. 　　That’s me，generous and kind.That pendant was worth a fortune.You should have seen her face. 　　She primped and preened（打扮） in the mirror admiring the pendant，but she just wasn’t satisfied. 　　“Just let me try on the rings,”she pleaded.“And the bracelets.” 　　I was worried that she might not get the rings off her chunky fingers，but I reluctantly handed them over. 　　So there she was with a stunning ring on each finger. To please her, I tried on her rubbish jewellery. 　　At this stage we were both tipsy, and it was time to say enough was enough. 　　All of a sudden，two policewomen burst into the ladies room and slapped a set of handcuffs around Rube’s beautifully-adorned wrists. 　　The policewomen then escorted（押送）poor Rube out of the ladies，despite her loud，tearful protests that she never knew nothing about no armed hold-up（武装抢劫）at the bank vaults（地下保险库）.She’d never pinched a thing in her life.Never! 　　Poor Rube.It was a shame because Bert would have to organize another heist（偷窃）before I could get hold of that sort of stuff again. 　　Just the same，some people are unfortunate，aren’t they? 2. The sentence “with the only difference being that mine were real clothes with a capital C” is most likely to send out the message that ( ).