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

Inc cnllu nina or the man Mike
Garyen had chosen TO rob accepted
this crude stuff eagerly. We had to
get the cash. The Swelton people had
taken him around to the bank, no
doubt. and identified him in case he
wanted the money. We counted the
shares over carefully and proved by
figures that with his ten-per-cent allot-
ment he'd have more than enough to
control the company. Then the three
of us went in taxi 20 the bank.
The check was drawn on the Up
Town Trust, and he wasn't five min
ures getting the money on a piece OF
SWelton paper And in the taxi he
gave me the bills joyfuliy as he rever
emily touched the packet of stock he'd
so carefully placed in his inside peck
CT.
Mr.. James1l sure be surprised"
he murmured happily.
Lets all 60 down to the bank
while give Mr.. Trevor his company's
check" l proposed.
Whisky-Face shot me venomous
glance. 1t was against the rules of
our profession for the man we had
stung to see this part of the deal. But
my work was not done yet!
When we stopped at the Federal
Trevor was cursing under his breath
and watching me like a hawk to see
that l didn't try any tricks.
I introduced Mr.. Walton 70 my
friend the cashier; also Trevor, who
growled out something about being in
a hurry. But there was going to be
no slip on my game; no suspicion un-
til got safely away.
put the money, just as I had re-
ceived it, through the little window.
Elk this up for me. Mr. Carter"
There was no smile on my face az
there should have been for man who
was depOsiting a quarter or million,
hut tho"e was no bitterness in my
heart either. was just an automa.
ton. worked by dead brain.
Write out deposit Slip" remind
ed Carter, and he chatted to the hap
py Old man and the giowering Trevor
as ] went to the little giass-enclosed
booth and at the little desk FOR. wom-
en- depositors wrote out the slip. Then
| handed over the thick bunch of bills
tn the cashier.
The minute I turned from the win
dow Whisky-Face was right on the
job.
where's Mikes check ?" he
Kissed.
didn't answer him. l went to the
glass shelf at the marble wall and
took out my check-book. This was the
last move in the whole horrible game.
Under his watchful eyes l wrote out
a check for two hundred thousand dol
lars, payable to Charles C. Trevor.
had to ask his full name for that.
He snatched it eagerly. read it, and
growled his thanks. He knew it was
right He knew the dog would not
dare disobey its master.
You'll go back to the hotel with
Mr.. Walton, won't you" l smiled
1--WE just got time to make my train
See you tomorrow, Mr. Walton"
I took his hand. and he murmured
his surprised parting. l hurried out
then, followed by the soft eyes of the
man who had given me the money his
simple neighbors had entrusted to
him.
In the air drew a great breath of
relief. had played my game. / was
free. The suitcase waited. The whole
world was before me. No, l didn't
thank God for that; it would have
been blasphemy-from me.
A heavy hand dropped on my shout
der.
You're wanted" harsh voice
snaIled in my ear.
whirled, white to the lips.
What for?" j demanded; but I
knew.
Murder"
The curses against the man who
had betrayed me fairly choked my
throat. Mike Garven had double
crossed me! He had caught me like
a rat in trap Then l staggered
against tho detective; my eyes full of
horror.
In a taxi at the curb. eyes hard and |
cold as they watched, sat Alice Wal |
ton!