The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1915-10-29

/ noticed that. When l went to cash IL
the teller told me it wouldn't be good
for five years."
| ! laughed at him. Take 1T to the
man that's waiting for it." sneered.
Give II to Mike Garven, with my
| compliments"
whats that?" chorused the de-
tectives. They were wise now that
this was something they ought to look
| into.
Trevor seemed to wake up then. He
backed away step and some of the
booze flush went from his cheeks.
"I'll fix it up later" he said, sud
denly seeing that he must get out of
the way quick.
Daddy" The sobbing call of the
girl came to me. / saw the old man,
who had been watching us in his usu.
al helpless way, hurry toward her.
She promised ne chance.
'Ill tell you what it isl" snapped.
This crook and his master framed up
a phoney stock deal for the old man
over there, and he's bowling for his
Bit"
You're a liar." cursed Whisky,
Face, his knees shaking.
Take him down TO headquarters to
make complaint against mel" /
burst out If l had to go I'd take some
others with me.
The fool turned TO run he was all
yellow inside-and one of the cops
grabbed him.
"Well take the two of you'll" he
grunted.
The girl came toward us. Her
father, a foolish look of helplessness
OIL his face, followed her.
1T isn't true?" she whispered sob
bingly, her face uplifted to mine. 1T
isn't true-that you have robbed us ?"
Lets. get out of this" growled to
the cop.
"Did you give these guys any mon
ey?" asked one of the detectives.
The old man wiped his lips with the
back of his hand. Eyes yes, sir" he
stammered
How much?"
1.-TWO hundred and fifty thousand
dollars"
The sleuths whistled, and they look.
ed at me almost respectfully.
What did you do with it?" snapped
the one at my right.
Find it," challenged sullenly.
He just deposited it" flared Whis-
ky-Face, the yellow beginning to crop
out all over him.
The girl was sobbing aloud now.
"You couldn't do that" she moaned
over and over.
Il could commit murder!"
sneered. "And trust grill"
Come on" grunted detective,
pulling me.
I'm the bank" ordered the other.
We'll see about this"
The girl had aroused their sympa-
thy. They dragged the two of us to-
wards the bank, and / became aware
for the first time of the curious crowd
that had gathered.
"We1l tend to it inside, MISS" said
the man that was holding me, gently
to the girl.
A flushed bank official came to meet
us.
Really, gentlemen" he began in
his old-lady way.
Were detectives" barked one.
Eve want to get hep t. something
funny. Give us a room. Quick!"
The official paved at his goat-whisk-
nd cd -
an Office with president" on the
door.
Really, gentlemen" he started
again.
"Sit down, you." The detective
showed me in chair to emphasize it.
"You, tool" Whiskey-Face Topped
into his.
They drew up chairs for the crying |
girl and her wide-eyed father.
"Now give us this straight" or
dered the cop, ignoring the flustered |
president.
"He framed the whole thing" slut
tered Whisky-face, his dirty heart set |
on playing the traitor.
"Shut up!" He got jab in the
ribs for his pains.
"Have you got the stock you
bought 2" the other asked Mr.. Wal
ton, and his voice was really gentle.
Those two gum-shoe men weren't a
bad sort.
Dumbly the old man handed over
the shares he'd been guarding so
Getting away with fake stock In
New York, and at this stage of the
camel" whistled the cop when he'd
glanced at them.
at isn't fake stock" I snapped.
The sudden catch Of the girls voice
made me go on. tits in legitimate
company, duly incorporated under the
laws of the state of New York. It's
Little Hazel Creek"
Little Hazel Creek?" gasped the
bewildered old man.
EYES," I went on doggedly. "The