The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-26

/ president OF the Bayou state Secur1tS
bank last spring and made a getaway
!. with a hundred thousand-whatf~
'An right; you say so-prove it,
Griswold had taken a cigar from the
] open box on the writing table and was
calmly lighting it. There was nothing
to be nervous about I'm waiting"
he went on, placidly, when the cigar
was going. eff you are an officer. you
!. probably have a warrant, or . requisi-
ton, or something Of that sort. Show
II up"
| Il don't need any papers to take
F., you," was the barked-out retort Brof.
I'm had more than once found himself
confronting similar dead walls. and he
knew the worth of bold play.
"Oh, yes. you do. You accuse me
| Of q crime; did YOU see me commit
the crime?"
mo"
"Well. somebody did. I suppose.
can identify me "a, the man you are
after. I'll 60 with you-without the
reQuisition. That's fair. isn't it?"
Il know you're the man, and yaa
know 1t. too. di-n well!" snapped
Broffin, angeredi into bandying woGAs
I with his obstinate capture
That is neither here nor there;
am not affirming or denying. It is for
you to prove your case, IL you can.
And. listen, Mr.. Broffin-perhsps it
will save your time and mine il add
that happen to know that van can't
prove your case"
why can't lr'
Just because you can't Griswold
went on argumentatively. 81 know
the facts Of this robbery yca speak Of 4;
great many people know them. Thu
newspaper accounts said at the tirse
that there were three persons who
could certainly identify the robbsr-
the president, the paying teller. and q
young woman. 1t SO. happens that all
three of these people are at present in
Wahaska. At different times yoa have
appealed to each Of them. and In eacf
instance you have been turned down
Isn't that true?.
Brofiln glanced up, scowling.
TITS true enough that y0u-you ant
the little black-eyed girl between you
have hoodooed the whole bunch!" h,
rasped. But when l get you int
court, you'll fad that there are 9th
ers."
Griswold smiled good-naturedly
That is a bold, bad bluff, Mr.. Brofin
! and nobody knows it any better thai
! you do" he countered. "You haven
leg to stand on. This Is America
and you can't arrest me without wal
rant. And If you could, what woul'
you do with me without the supper
Of at least one of your three witnesses
Nothing-nothing at all"
Broffin laid the pistol on the table
and put the key of the safety box be
side it. Then he sat in grim silenc
for full minute, toying idly with
pair of handouts which he had take
from his pocket.
by the eternal grapples!" he said
at length, half to himself, 1--WE a goo
mind to do 1t anyway-and take tn
chances"
As quick as flash Griswold thrus
| out his hands,
PUT them ont" he snapped. "Ther
are hundred lawyers in New Orlean
who wouldn't ask for anything bette
than the chance to defend meat you
expense!"
4 Broffin dropped the manacles int
y his pocket and sat back in the swim
n chair. you win," he said shortly
4 and the battle was over.
q For little time no word was sp'
v ken. Griswold smoked on placidl!
d seemingly forgetful of the detective
\. presence. Yet he was the one VIII
a was the first to break the straine
silence.
Y. you are a game fighter, Mr.. Bro
a. fin" he said, land I'm enough Of
,e scrapper myself to be sorry for yov
n. Try one of these smokes-you1l fin
q. them fairly good-and excuse me for
n few minutes. l want to write q lie
IL ter which, If you are going down tow
II perhaps you'll be good enough to ma
a for me-"
lie AiO puohou thC UPON UOA VI ClSd
Is across to the detective and dragge
n the lounging chair around to Il
e. other side of the table. There W;
m stationery at hand, and he wrote ra
ID idly for few minutes, covering thrt
le pages Of the manuscript sheets befol
rs he stopped. When the letter was |
Id closed, addressed, and stamped,
tossed it across to Broffin. face u
lie The detective saw the address. mi
10 Margery Grierson," and, putting Il
hit letter into his pocket, got up to co.
,h "Just one minute more. II W
please" said Griswold, and, relightir
a the cigar which had been suffered
Is. 60 out, he went into the adjoining be
ht room. When he came back. he hs
m put on light top coat and a soft hs
re and was carrying a small handbag.
I'm your man. Mr.. Broffln,'' he sa
lie quietly. "Ill go with you-and pie,
ee guilty as charged"
Oh Wahaska, the village-conscious, hi
its nine-days' wonder displayed for
. in inch-type headlines when the Dai
au Wahaskan, rehearsing the story of Il
IS New Orleans bank robbery, told of Il
!" voluntary surrender of the robber, al
Of his deportation to the southern ci
at to stand trial for his offense
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