Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-18
THE STOLEN
BANK NOTES


paused in front of Dolans cell, he started
toward her with an 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 ferocity
leaped into his eyes.
What 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.
What sort of game is this Mallory" de-
manded the prisoner
You've wanted to talk to her." Mallory
replied Now go ahead: You may talk,
but you must not see her.
"Oh, that's it, eh." snarled Dolan What
did you bring her here for them Is she under
arrest?"
There was utter silence for moment
Hatch was overpowered by feeling that he
was intruding upon family tragedy, and tip
toed beyond reach of Dolan's rowing eyes 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.
i did want to see you. / wanted to know
# you were getting along all right. Are you
St1ll at the nat!
No; at my SISTERS" was the reply. "I
have no money! can't stay at the fiat "
You know they're going to send me away?"
YES" and there was almost a sob in her
voice.
That I'll get the limit-twenty years."
"Can you get along?" asked Dolan solicit
ously. is there anything you do for
YOURSELF"
Il will do something" was the reply. "Oh,
Mort, Mort! Why"
"Oh, never mind that" he interrupted i'm
patiently. at doesn't do any good to regret
things 1t isn't what l planned, little girl;
but it's here, $3.50 I'll meet it. III get the
good behavior allowance-that'll 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
Il don't know if they'll permit me ever to
see you," he said desperately, " as long as
refuse to tell where the money is hidden, and
l know they will never permit me to write to
you, for fear III tell you where it is. So sup
little girl
He heard her weeping, and hurled himself
against the bars in passion 1t passed after
moment He must not forget that she was
pennlless, and the money-that vast fortune
There's one thing you must do for me,
Bell" he said, more calmly. This sort of
thing doesn't do any. good. Brace up, little
girl, and wa1t-wa1t tor me. Eighteen years
is not forever; we're both young; and-but
never mind that. l wish you would please 90
up to the flat and Do you remember my
heavy brown coat?"
"Yes; the old one?" she asked
That's it." he answered. Its cold here
in this cell. Will you please go up to the fat
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; so will you do it this afternoon?"
YES" she answered tearfully.
The rip is under the right arm, and be GER
tain to sew it up" said Dolan again. "Per-
haps, when / am tried, I'll have a chance to
see you, and"
The Thinking Machine rose and stretched
Mr.. Mallory" he said. Have her held until
l tell you to release her"
Mallory made motion to Cunningham and
blanton, and the woman was led away, scream
ing: Hatch shuddered little, and Dolan, not
understanding. flung himself against the bars
OF his cell like Gagged animal.
Clever, aren't your" he snarled as he
caught sight of Detective Mallory. Thought
I'd try to tell her where it was; but didn't,
and you never will know where it is-not in a
thousand years.
Accompanied by The Thinking Machine and
Hatch, the detective went back to his private
office. All were silent, but the detective
glanced from time to time into the ewes of the
scientist.
Now, Mr.. Hatch, we have the whereabouts
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