Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-12
CHAPTER X.


 in the mauGK prs private office looking curiously out of place in that prim, richly furnished room
 "The truth is. continued Harris. "we bankers cannot afford to have our GUS toners minds unsettled There are. as you know. Joe. numbers of small depositors. especially in the rural dis tricts. who would be scared out of their seven senses if they knew that this in- ferual Cecil James Attersou had made or with a hundred thousand dollars They'd never trust us again
 "A hundred thousand dollars is a wonderful lot of money" agreed Joe. "Our reserve is over twenty millions two hundred times a hundred thou sand, replied Harris grondnoquently Have you ever seen AttersonT
 "No."
 "l thought you might have He al- ways spends his vacations in the woods, fishing usually The last two gears he has 6shed Rcd river This is what happened On Saturday | told him to go down to the strong room to fetch up a fresh batch of dollar and five dollar bills. as we were short. It happened that in the same safe there was a number of bearer securities. At ters0n soon brought me the notes l had sent him for with the keys. That was about noon on Saturday. We closed at o'clock. Yesterday, Monday. Alter son did not turn up. At first l thought nothing of it but when it came Co afternoon and he had neither appeared nor sent any reason for his absence began to smell a rat. ] went down to the strong room and found that over S1OOOOO in notes and bearer securities were missing
 "I communicated at once with the police. and they started to make i'm quiries. The constable at ROberville replied that a man answering to the description of Attcrson was seen by a farmer walking along the Stoneham road and heading north on Sunday morning early"
 At this point a clerk knocked at the door and. entering. brought in some letters Harris snnened as he noticed the writing on one of them. He cut it open, and when the clerk was gone out he read aloud.
 Dear Harris-I hereby resign my splen- did and lucrative position in the Grand Banks Of Canada. lt s dogs dirty life Anyway 1t is SO for man or hirit You can give tHe weeks screw that's owing Co me t0 buy milk and bath buns for the next meeting Of directors. Yours truly
 C. J. JEFFERSON.
 "Whafs the postmarkT' asked Joe.
 "RimouskL Sunday. 9:3O a. m.'
 Tt looks like Atterson's the thief, remarked Joe "I'm inclined that way because Atterson had that letter post ad by a cou-cou- what's the word"
 "Confederae?'
 "You've got it. He was seen here in own on Sunday at l0:3o and he couldn't have posted mo letter in Ri mousH in time for the 9:30 a, m. ou Sunday unless he'd gone there on the . o'clock express on Saturday evening Yes, Atterson's the thief an right And if that really was be they saw Stoneham ways he's had time to gel l thirty miles of bush between us and him, and he can go right on till hes | on the Labrador ] doubt you'll set ! your S1OO.OOO again. Mr. Harris "Hmr' coughed Mir Harris. My directors won't want to pay you S2 | day for nothing
 Two dollars day| said Joe in hii gentle voice 'I shouldn't a' though the two hundred times a hundred thou sand dollars could stand a strain lik, that,'
 l laughed Look here November | think I'd like to make this bargain for you m sch your services to Alr Harris here for S5 day if you fai and 10 per cent of the sum you recoy CT if you succeed Well. Harris, is i on or onT l asked.
 "Oh, on. l suppose, coufound you! said Harris.
 Twenty hours later Joe a polio trooper named HObsOn and l wer deep in the woods. We had hardl paused to interview the farmer a RObervile and then had passed O down the old deserted roads until a last we entered the forest, or, as it locally called the bush.
 Where are you heading forf' Hot son had asked Joe.
 Red river. because fl it really wa Atterson the farmer saw l guess he have gone up there. None of thel uappers there now in July month. S he can steal a canoe easy. Besides, man who fears pursuit always likes get into a country he knows, and yo heard Mir Harris say how Atterso had hshed Red river two vacation Besides"-here Joe stopped and poin ed Co the ground "them's Atterson
 tracks" he said. "Leastw3ys, it's black fox to a lynx pelt they are his But you've never seen him. Wh'
 reason have you?" demanded Hobso
 When first we happened on thel
 about four hours back. while you wa lightin your pipe, replied Joe, "the , come out of the bush and when W
 reached near Carriers place they wei back into the busb sgain. Then
 mile beyond Carriers out of the bus they come on to the road again. Whi
 can that circumventn' mean? Fell
 who made the tracks don't want to