The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-04-18

struck the balcony railing and dropped
down."
Good Lord, didn't dream That
makes the case look different. Wish
I'd known OF this before. But II
doesn't greatly matter. ! suppose. I'll
have some one keep an eye on him.
I wonder II the old man has been play
ing the market. Suicide. eh? And
Decius Babb--of all men"
Jerry Ryan had been loating near
window A and he overheard Killum's
explanation of the pistol shot and the
cashiers reply. And he didn't like
the tone of either one. Being Irish
and impulsive. he thought OF stepping
to the window and telling killum that
he lied, on general principles. But he
reflected that such a procedure would
hardly restore the missing gold certiti-
Gates. and so he concluded To bide his
time. He conned over the matter on
his rounds.
Mr.. Babb had shouted ''I'll kill you"
just before the shot was fired. There
fore he had not been thinking of suicide.
But why had Killum lied about it?
To make out that Mr.. Babb knew OF
the shortage and feared discovery
probably. Even so, what did that
prove"
Mr.. Ryan scratched his head over
the puzzle. He walked back to pay
ing window \ and looked inside. a
green shaded light was burning above
the table desk. The black trunk was
in the vault, no doubt, and killum had
gone home. Jerry walked around to
the gate of cage a and entered. AS
is often the case with night watch
men he was talking to himself.
"Whin was pounding the paves the
headquarters men used to act over a
murder on occasion, 10 try an find
out who pulled the trigger. 1t must
be IA dlvertin' pastimc. Maybe Ill
take crack at it meself"
Jerry placed filing case on an end
of the table desk and seated himself
to the right of il. That's the black
trunk" said he. land I'm Mr.. killum.
sitting here Mr.. Babb sits over there
on the stool at me left. Jerry, you're
at the window. What do We see"
Mr.. Ryan executed a slow panto-
mime as man counting money.
That's straight Taylor system 81
far" he remarked. Every move ac-
cording to the book-ninc Of EN-, Now
Jerry, We are still at tn" window, mint
that. An what did he do next, y,
bonchead? oh, ycs-he reached aheaC
of himself this way; and then he die
this-oh, come now, Jerry, there's al
extra motion in that. Ye don't nec'
it at all. But he did the same. say
Jerry,
AN the crafty eyes of him wer
hint on his work. Every move h
made counted for something; ye ca
gamble on that. Now what woul
| be doing wild that extra motion
Jerry, ye are an honest man; there
no guile in ye. However, Sc may 4
well move yer arm and see where yt
hand goes.
"Oh, hell. I'm ashamed of ye, Jerr
That's whn die pulled the trick! \
We lookin' straight at him wild "
two eyes" The last sentence WI
scornful.
Waterman Ryan sprang to his fe
and hurried to register half hour
police call. already five minutes owe
due. Next he walked to the van
; room and scanned the time doc
, records by aid of the electric f'asl
light which he carried. He was pa
: tcularly interested in vault No.
where the tellers kept their cas-
t trunks over night.
$ CLOSED at S:07," me said to himse
"An' the trunk was in cage a at sc
I Which means that the crafty divil d
Cided to wait until tomorrow al
{ finish up the game at his leisul
Wen now proceed to upset the youl
p mans calcula-ations."
t Decius Babb arose at 7, weari