Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-10-28

they had finished.
laughed sarcastically. "Tind I'll"
I sneered again.
"He deposited It, l tell you'll"
groaned Whisky-Face.
"Is that so?" cop snapped at me.
"Find i'll"
1--WE WILL" he promised grimly.
Then, to the shivering president: did
this man deposit sum of money a
short time ago."
II couldn't say" suffered the nerve
shattered official "I'll ask the cash
ier."
He was only gone minute before
he returned with Carter The cashier
wasn't hustered bit; he sized up the
group in one swift glance and waited
for the question. The detective who
seemed to do most of the talking saw
that it was no place for bulldozlng.
"Did this man deposit sum of
money short time ago?" he asked
respectively.
"He did" The cashiers eyes trav-
eled between the girl and her help
less father.
A Triumphant grin twisted Trevor's
face.
"How much?"
Eight thousand dCllars."
what" The con had to shove,
Wlisky-face back in his chair. ''Whv
Whisky-Face back in his chair. 'Why,
l saw him put in the money"
"You did" declared the cashier
iciiy. "Mr. Walton did, too"
you know this man?" snapped
tie detective suspiciously.
Mr.. Haviland introduced us, and
we chatted for a moment while Mr.
Haviland made out a deposits slip"
"But this old man says he gave
Haviland two hundred and fifty thou
sand dollars, and this"-a con;emp-
tuous gesture was all the characteri-
zation Trevor cot-"says he deposit
cd it just a few minutes ago"
81 know nothing about the first.
naturally" answered Carter. But
my years of bank training have taught
me never to make a mistake regard
ing the amount of a deposit. Also, /
have Mr.. Haviland's deposit slip and
the count of the teller who took the
money from me-"
How about that, MI. Walton?"
The sleuth was up in the air and ho
showed it.
chewed on an unlighted cigar.
81 gave him-the money in the
autcmobile-andI l thought l saw him
give it to this man." stammered Mr..
Walton. "It wasn't all my-money."
His lips trembled.
My eyes were on the floor. 1 had
not raised them to the girls face since
we had come into the room. But l
knew she sat there dry.eyed now, her
fingers gripped tensely, her face a
drawn mask of pain.
The detective tried another task.
"Haviland gave this suy"-jerk OF
the thumb toward Trevor-"a check
dated 1918 for two hundred thousand
dollars. Has he enough in the bank
to cover check like that?
"He has not" answered Carter
evenly.
"How much has he got?"
"That is information we do not give
without the depositor's permission"
Tell them," said.
He shot a quick glance at me, and
he saw that l meant it. He wouldn't
have said word il he'd thought the
cops had forced me to give that per.
mission. He knew his rights, and the
detectives rights, too.
HE has balance of eight thou.
sand dollars and a few cents. This
morning he withdrew one hundred
and sixty.eight thousand dollars"
Everybody jumped at that but the
girl and the stupefied old man.
What did you do with it?" snarled
the detective, mad clean through now.
Eight thousand of it was what
put in the bank"
where's the rest?"
"Find it," repeated sullenly..
II saw 1t was the same money when
he laid it down." half bawled Whisky
Face.
He had, too. / took good care of
that. But knew I'd have to write
out deposit slip. And he didn't pay
any attention to anything but the top
bill the second time.
"Is that all you require OF me?"
asked Carter, polite as cake of ice.
"Yes." grunted the detective. He'd
got all the information there was to
be had and he was still up against 1t.
"He didn't get away a minute"
groaned Trevor
Then l understood what was the
matter with him. He thought Mike
Garven would come to his rescue IL
he could locate the money. But he
knew that he would stay In jail the
rest of his natural life, for all Mike
cared, If he lost the money.
Mike would never forgive thing
like that. Even giving the money bacl,
to Walton would be the same thing an
giving it to Mike Garven, for he'd get
it again IL he had to murder the old