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


they had finished.
laughed sarcastically. "Tind IT."
I sneered again.
He deposited II. I tell you'll"
groaned Whisky-Face.
"Is that SOL" cop snapped at me.
"Find it,"
1--WE will" he promised grimly.
Then, to the shivering president: did
this man deposit sum OF money a
short time ago?"
81 couldn't say" suffered the nerve
shattered official. "Tll ask the cash
icr"
He was only gone a minute before
he returned with Carter. The cashier
wasn't fustered bit: he sized up the
group in one swift glance and waited
for the question. The detective who
seemed to do most of the talking saw
that it was no place for bulldozing.
"Did this man deposit a sum of
money short time ago." he asked
respectively.
'He did" The cashiers eyes trav-
less father.
A triumphant grin twisted Trevor's
face.
"How much?'
Eight thousand dollars"
what" The cop had to shove
Whisky-face back in his chair. "Why
Whisky-Face back in his chair "Why,
i saw him put in the money!"
"You did," declared the cashier
Jelly. "Mr. Walton did, too"
"You know this man." snapped
tie detective suspiciously.
Mr.. Haviland introduced us, and
we chatted for moment while Mr..
Haviland made out deposit-slip."
"But this old man says he gave
Haviland two hundred and fifty thou
sand dollars, and this"-a contemp-
tuous gesture was all the characteri-
zation Trevor got-"says he deposit
ed it just few minutes ago"
~ know nothing about the first.
naturally" answered Carter. But
my years of bank training have taught
me never to make mistake regard
ing the amount of deposit. Also,
have Mr.. Haviland's deposit slip and
the count of the teller who took the
money from me-"
"How about that, Mr.. Walton?"
The sleuth was up in the air and no
showed it.
/ chewed on an unlighted cigar.
81 gave him-the money in the
utomobile-and thought I saw him
give it to this man." stammered Mr..
Walton. ut wasn't all my-money."
His lips trembled.
Ny eyes were on the floor. had
net raised them to the girls face since
we had come into the room.' But |
knew she sat there dry-eyed now, her
fingers gripped tensely, her face
drawn mask of pain.
The detective tried another task.
.Haviland gave this guy"-jerk of
the thumb toward Trevor-"a check
dated 1918 for two hundred thousand
dollars. Has he enough in the bank
to cover a check like that?"
'He has not" answered Carter
evenly.
GLOW much has he got?''
"That is information we do not give
without the depositor's permission"
Tell them" said.
He shot quick glance at me, and
he saw that l meant it. He wouldn't
have said word il he'd thought the
cops had forced me to give that per-
He knew his rights and the
rights, too.
"He has balance of eight thou
sand dollars and few cents. This
he withdrew one hundred
and sixty eight thousand dollars
Everybody jumped at that but the
girl and the stupefied old man.
What did you do with it?" snarled
he detective, mad clean through now.
Eight thousand Of it was what |
put in the bank"
where's the rest?"
"Find it," I repeated sullenly.
81 saw it was the same money when |
ne laid it down." half bawled Whisky |
Face.
He had, too. I took good care OF |
hat. But l knew I'd have to write |
,ut deposit slip. And he didn't pay |
my attention to anything but the top
bill the second time.
as that all you require Of me?"
.sked Carter, polite as cake of ice.
Eyes," grunted the detective. He'd
got all the information there was 10
De had and he was still up against 1t.
"He didn't get away minute"
;roaned Trevor.
Then understood what was the
natter with him. He thought Mike
5arven would come to his rescue IL
,e could locate the money. but he
new that he would stay in jail the
est of his natural life, for all Mike
jared, IL he lost the money.
Mike would never forgive thing
ike that. Even giving the money back
o Walton would be the same thing as
giving it to Mike Garven, for he'd get