New-York tribune., 1906-11-18
The STOLEN
BANK NOTES

wife was led along the corridor. As she
paused in front of Dolan's cell, he started
toward her with exclamation. Then she
was led on little way out of his sight.
With face pressed close against the bars
Dolan glowered out upon Detective Mallory
and Hatch An expression of awful ferocitv
leaped into his eyes.
VIII are You doing with herr" he de
manded.
Mort, Mort" she called. They told me
You wanted to talk to me-" She was painting
hercely as she struggled to shake off the hands
which held her beyond his sight.
hat sort OF a game is this, Mallory?" de-
manded the prisoner.
You've wanted to talk to her." Mallory
replied Now go ahead. You NAV talk
but you must not see her"
Oh, that's II, eh3" snarled Dolan. What
did you bring her here for then? Is she under
arrest?'
There was utter silence for a moment
Hatch was overpowered by feeling that he
was IntrudIng upon family tragedy, and tip
toed beyond reach of Dolan's rowing ewes to
where The Thinking Machine was sitting on a
stool, twiddling his fingers. After moment
the detective joined them.
" Bell" called Dolan again.
Don't say anything, Mort!" she painted
Cunningham and Blanton are holding me
the Others are listening"
don't want to say anything" said Dolan
did want to see you. | wanted to know
II you were getting along all right Are you
still at the fat?"
No; at my sisters was the reply 81
have no money! can't stay at the fat "
ou know they re going to send me away"
Yes, and there was almost sob in her
Voice.
That III get the limit-twenty years."
Can YOU get along'" asked Dolan solicit
ously ,,,,I - Is there anything You can do for
Il will do something, was the reply. Oh
Mort, Mort! Why
"Oh, never mind that" he interrupted i'm
patiently: 1t doesn't do any good to regret
things. 1t isn't what l planned little girl:
but it's here, $3.50 III meet It. I'll get the
good behavior allowanCe-that'n save two
years. and then" For one instant Dolan's
lips were pressed tight together, and in that
instant he had a regret that he had not killed
BlantOn and Cunningham.
So don't know II they'll permit me ever to
see YOU" he said desperately, as long as
refuse to tell where the money IS hidden, and
! know they will never permit me to write to
you, for fear I'll tell you where It IS. SO l sup
pose the good by will be ike this. I'm sorry
little girl"
He heard her weeping, and hurled himself
against the bars in passion. 1t passed after
a moment. He must not forget that she was
penniless, and the money-that vast fortune
The one thing You must do for me-
Bell" he said, more calmly. This sort Of
girl, and wait-wait for me. Eighteen years
IS not forever; we're both young; and-but
never mind that. wish you would please 90
up TO the flat and Do you remember my
heavy brown coat"
Yes; the old one2" she asked.
" That's It, he answered. It's cold here
in this cell VIII you please go up to the fiat
when they let YOU loose and sew up that tear
under the right arm and send it TO me here?
It's probably the last favor I'll ask Of you for
a long time, 50 Will you do it this afternoon"
Yes She answered tearfuly.
80 The rip Is under the right arm, and be Ger
| tain to sew il up" said Dolan again. Per
haps, when am tried, I'll have a chance to
see you, and"
The Thinking Machine rose and stretched
| himself a little. That's all that's necessary,
| Mr.. Mallory" he said. Have her held until
| | tell you to release her"
| Mallory made a motion 10 Cunningham and
Blanton, and the woman was led away, scream
ing Hatch shuddered a little and Dolan, not
understanding, flung himself against the bars
| of his cell Ike a Gagged animal.
Clever, aren't yor2" he snared as he
caught sight OF Detective Mallory. Thought
| I'd try TO tell her where il was; but didn' I,
and you never will know where 1t is-not in a
| thousand wears"
| Accompanied by The Thinking Machine and
| 1 l..