Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-03-27


for the bank messenger Ah don't shove, girls;
he amt the only man left in New York. One
side for the real money bringer! One side
nowi" And by holdin' the leather case high
up where they could all see it, and hittin' the
line like Coy does when it's three downs with
ten yards to CO. manages to get through with
out losin' many coat buttons.
Here you are, sir" says l. shown the case
out to Mr.. Pepper and givin him the KNOWN
look. City National. Cashier wants a receipt"
structions? Trust Belmont Pepperl "Ah, this
way" says he. Pardon me moment, ladies,
only moment. This way, young man." And
almost before they know what has happened
him and me are behind the partition with the
gate locked
Lets see" says he, lookin' me over kind of
puzzled "it's-er-Torchy, isn't it3"
There's the proof" says l, liftin' the cover
off my danger signal.
Il might have known, says he, that no one
else could have put up so good bluff on the
spur of the"
Now that's all right, Mr.. Pepper" says I:
but the bluff won't hold 'em long. What you
want to do is get busy and make noise like
hundred-dollar bills. / don't know what the
trouble is but it looks like the genuine goods
to me-"
Diagnosis correct" says he. I'm boxed.
Now if they were only men, could"
"Oh, surei" says l. But bunch of nutty
f1uffs is different They never know what they
want or why they want it. Say, amt you got
another exit"
Mr. Pepper shakes his head. NO. son."
says he; but don't you worry about me.
Your strategy thus far has been excellent; but
don't want you to get mixed up in this mess.
Skip, Torchy, while the skipping is easy"
Mr. Pepper" says l, :" do look like quit
teri l amt forgot what you did about givin
me them Glory Be stocks, either, and I'm goin'
to hang around here until this little private
cyclone of yours blows over"
Mr.. Pepper he looks at me minute in that
calm way of his, and then he shrugs his Shout
ders. "All right" says he.
THEN we listens to the buzz outside Some
was explainin' to others how bushel of
money had Just come in from the City National
Bank, and some nsistin' that it was just a
north pole fake. It's free for all debate with
all rules in the discard. Then we hears one
voice that's louder than the others calling out
I'VE must organized" she says. Lets or
ganize for action"
"Ahl" observes Mr.. Pepper. Now for
feminine tactics! That looks better"
couple of minutes more and they've con-
cluded to adjourn to the corridor. When
they're all out and can hear 'em down at the
further end, gives him the tip.
"Now's your chance" says l. "Up one
fight and you can get an express elevator III
show you."
Mr.. Pepper don't like the idea, though, of
dom the gurnshoe sneak. He hates to run
away from any kind of fight specially lot
of women. He don't run, either; but after
awhile he consents to walk out, and we strolls
towards the steps dignifed and easy.
1t looked like clean getaway for minute,
too but / hadn't counted on their leavin'
picket to watch the elevator. She sees and
gives the alarm; SO by the time we're up to the
next floor the whole mob is after US, lettin' out
the war cries as as if it was case of kidnappin'
They struck the upper corridor just as I've
got my fingGr on the button, and in the front
ra..xs Thy pushin' along the gray uniformed