The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1915-08-19

and find out. Would you rather It
would be l than someone else who
might care even less than / do?"
The sleeping man opened unseeing
eyes and closed them again heavily.
Il found the money, Carlotta mia; you
didn't know that, did you?" he NUT
tered; and then the narcotic seized
and held him again.
His clothes were on a chair, and
when she had carried them to a light
that could be shaded completely from
the bed and it's occupant, she searched
the pockets one by one. 1t was little
surprising to find all but two of them
quite empty; no cards, no letters, no
pen, pencil, pocketknife, or purse;
nothing but a handkerchief. and in
one pocket of the waistcoat a small
roll of paper money few coins and
two small keys.
She held the coat up to the electric
and examined it closely; the workman
ship, the trimmings. 1t was not tailor
made, she decided, and by all the little
signs and tokens 1t was quite new.
And the same was true of the other
garments. But there was no tag or
trademark on any of them to show
where they came from.
Failing to find the necessary clue
to the castaway's identity in this pre-
liminary search, she went on resolute-
ly, dragging the two suitcases over to
the lighted corner and unlocking them
with the keys taken from the pocket
Of the waistcoat.
The first yielded nothing but cloth
ing, all new and evidently Ghworn
The second held more clothing, a
mans toilet appliances, also new and
unused, but apparently no scrap of
writing or hint of a name. With a
little sigh Of bafflement she took the
last tightly rolled bundle Of clothing
from the suitcase. While she was lift
ing it pistol fell out.
In times past, Jasper Grierson's
daughter had known weapons and
their faults and excellences. That
places him-a little" she mused, put
ting the pistol aside after she had
glanced at it: He's from the East;
he doesn't know gun from q piece
Of common hardware"
Further search in the tightly rolled
bundle was rewarded by the discovery
Of q tvDawrjttan hool rnoDuSoriDt nm
signed, and with it an oblong packet
wrapped in brown paper and tied with
twine. She slipped the string and re-
moved the wrapping. The brick
shaped packet proved to be thick
block of bank notes held together by
heavy rubber bands snapped over the
ends.
While the little ormulu clock on the
dressing case was whirring softly and
Ginning the hour she stared at the
money-block as if the sight of 1t had
fascinated her. Then she sprang up
and flew to the door, not to escape, but
to turn the key noiselessly in the lock.
Secure against interruption, she
pulled the rubber bands from the
packet. The block was built up in
layers, each layer banded with paper
slip on which was printed in red the
name of the certifying bank and the
amount, Bayou State Security, S5,-
000." There were twenty of these lay
ers in all, nineteen of them unbroken.
But through the. printed figures on the
twentieth a pen-stroke had been drawn,
and underneath was written $4,000"
Quite coolly and methodically
Margery Grierson verified the banks
count as indicated by the paper
bands. There were one hundred thou
sand dollars, lacking the one thousand
taken from the broken packet, The
counting completed, she replaced the
rubber bands and the brown paper
wrapping. Then she repacked the suit
cases, arranging the contents as nearly
as might be just as she had found
them, locking the cases and returning
the keys to the waistcoat pocket from
which she had taken them.
When all was done, she tiptoed
across to the bed, with the brown pa
per packet under her arm. The sick
man stirred uneasily and began to
mutter again. She bent to catch the
words, and when she heard the light
of understanding leaped swiftly into
the dark eyes. For the mumbled
words were the echo of a fierce threat;
Sign 1t: sign it now, or, by God, I'll
shoot to kill"
The robbery Of the Bayou State Sc
curity bank was already an old story
when Mr.. Matthew Broffin, chief of
the New Orleans branch of a notable
detective agency, took over the case
of the bank robbery a few days after
his return from Central America.
Since two members of his own staff
had fired and missed their mark in st.
Louis, there was blunder to be re-
trieved.
After a week of patient cropping,
Broffin was obliged to confess that the
problem of Identification was too diff.
cult to be solved on conventional lines.
1t presented no point of attack. With
neither a name nor pictured face for
reference, inquiry was crippled at the
very outset. None, of the many board.
ing and rooming houses he visited had
lost lodger answering the verbal de-
scription Of the missing man. Very re-
luctantly, for bulldog tenacity was the
detectives ruling characteristic, he
was forced to the conclusion that the
only untried solution lay in Teller
Johnson's unfortified impression that
the chance meeting at his wicket was
not the first meeting between the rob-
Der and the young woman with the
draft to be cRshed.
1t was the slenderest of threads, and
Broffin realized sweatingly how diff
cult it might be to follow. Assuming
that fhare haH hao,. a nraufouc rooo4tn,.