The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-01-25

nipped his hand, and he drew it back
sharply with twlnge of pain, leaped
off his stool, and scanned the surprised,
frightened faces of the customers out
side the bars. The line had been bro
ken up by the effect of the shot, and
it was impossible to tell which of four
or five men might have pulled the trig-
ger.
Jackson IS eyes returned mechani-
cally to the bunch of bills for which
he had reached. They were gone!
Twenty thousand dollar bills stolen
while the paying teller IS eyes were off
his money for one confused instantl
The two bank detectives and the
doorman had drawn their revolvcrs at
the sound of the shot, and rushed to
protect the doors, but before they could
reach them several alarmed customers
had dashed into the street, and proba,
bly, the bank sneak was among them.
u rushed out Of my room, pushed
through the panicky crowd, told the de,
tectives TO lock the doors, and stopped
in front of the chief tellcr's window.
What was it, Jackson7' | asked
- Twenty thousand, he said. Il
dldn t see it, but il must have been a
sneak. The shot confused me; when
! looked up, l couldn t make out who
did 1t. That all. Mr.. Hardy
'TbeTe S a crowd out there vet, -
said Poe quickly. "Ask them what
Mr.; Farley stepped to the door. and
called out to the roomful. did YOU
sec anything of this, any of you?"
a WHY little southern gentleman, a
well'known cotton merchant, stepped
up, tugged at his dropping mustache,
and remarked;
was standing. sir, next in line be-
side the tcller's window, and the bul.
let must have come as close to me as
the one that grazed my elbow at Pick
EFT s charge; but it's my opinion, sir,
though there was a powerful explosion,
that. the shot was fired from the street
OF the door, by Cad, sir!"
"Couldn t have beenl" cut in pom.
derous, low browod foreigner, who
chant for whom Jackson had provided
the bills. I" was standing right be.
hind this man. and the gun 90 off
right behind me. The shot sounded,
Boom. right in my ear"
THAT IS strange answered Farley.
g!ancing at the Spnpiard IS broad uanu,
bis check for the $4,000 trembling
slightly between thick thumb and
Torefinger Looks as though the
your hand, Gonzalesi''
The merchant glanced at big black
splotch on the back Of his hand.
That 's-that 's-well, maybe the pow
der did burn me. Dtdn u 7 toll you it
was closeS'
And who stood behind YOU in tho
line, Mr. Gonzalcsf" camc the quick
| question.
The merchant dropped his eyes, con
fused
~ dom 7 know, It look like Mr..
| Rellly's clerk there he stammered.
The young man in question, who
had come TO cash check for his EN-.
| ployer's pay roll, flushed, and said he
gussed no was behind Gonzales, though
he couldn't remember, he hadn't no.
ticed, everything had happened so
quickly.
AS a necessary precaution every man
in the bank submitted to search be.
fore the big outside doors were nm.
| locked, and even then Farley ask ed
Jackson, Gonzales and Mr., Reilly S
clerk to confer with him in his OF.
| fee.
The conference developed nothing of
Importance, but it gave time for the
two bank detectives to station them
selves outside at a suggestion from Poe.
and when Gonzales and the clerk left
the building their trails were diligently