The evening world., 1915-02-08

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But q trustful, good-humored man
In Atlanta had consented TO buy a full
six hundred dollars worth of stock In
a mine that existed somewhere In
Robert Pollard's brain-and now, In
formed on excellent authority that the
ofncial stratum Of the town had lost
interest In them and that o return
was safe. they were back In New
York. The bulk Of the six hundred
reposed safely in Mr.. Pollard's pocket
TO carry them along until intelligent
crime began to pay real dividends
once more.
Pollard turned from his inspection
Of the grill and smiled pleasantly AZ
the very large and muscular person
chanced to be William Ryan, Some-
times known as tho Spanish brute.
and James Evans. more convent
entity termed the Snake.
Both these tips are straight, and
It's near ten o'clock now" he said.
I'VE ought to start things going by
making q clean-up-all three of us
the first day we're back. Go to It,
Bill"
The Spanish Brute nodded withou,
much enthusiasm.
The young kid gets this payroll
what timer"
HE leaves tho bank with II every
Monday at quarter past ten." Pollard
said crisply. They tell mo he gets
back to tho once about twenty-five
minutes OF eleven, and all the en-
ployees enter by the short cut, through
the passage at tho back OF the estab.
lishment. He'll be there on time fast
nnnuoh niIl Qtav ha1f.wav IN th6
block till you see him coming around
the Church Street corner. and
them
He 3miled significantly.
Mr.. Ryan rose with some reluc'
tance.
This daylight strong-arm stun 1.
pretty raw. Robbie" he sighed. "Fo'
a starter. anyway"
"The tip on this thing came straight
to me as IL I'd found II myself" MT
Pollard said, coolly. "Also. we nect
tho money. But II you've lost youl
nerve. Bill. don't tackle II. because I
don't want any botch work from thi,
time forward. Sit down again anc
have a nice lemonade. and the Snake
and Pip
Mr.. Ryan snorted.
II haven't lost any nerve" was hi
gruff retort. I'm 20 out ana Drint
that payroll back II / have to twis
the kid that's carrying II In two ant
stun the pieces in my pocket. Bu
I'm telling you it's risky"
And I'm telling you It's not.
smiled Mr.. Pollard, cheerily.
Cheerily, too. he watched the larg
bulk OF the Brute as 1t sauntsre,
from the little grill. Well dressed
we'll barbefed once more. william
Ryan had lost all resemblance to tn
unkempt citizen OF a week ago. ii
would pass simply Tor sturdy Nev
Yorker OF the middle class-and wit
that last little taunt working throug
his leisurely intelligence he would re
turn with a payroll reputed to b
worth three thousand dollars.
James Evans. dapper again as Rob
ert Pollard himself. drummed queer
dubious little tune on his teeth witt
his perfectly manicured nails.
}. "You want me to get right out, toe
Robby7" he queried.
THE sooner the better"
Mr.. Pollard glanced about eau
tiously and permitted his voice
, Red Eye Parker told me abou
this, snake" ne said, "and II was a
act OF friendship. ! swore not I
tackle II more than once. because n
! wants to pick off some himself nes
week. This young fellows name
: Ripley, and he's about twenty an
has !iEht hair and q weak chin. III
, fathers worth . couple OF millioni
! and tho Kid always has a pocket fu
: Of money-see1 He stops In at Dos
ovan's every morning at half pes
ten, and that's where you'n pick hlr
up, Parker sAys that u you let hir
I sEastsd he'll roll dice all day"
] The Snake nodded.
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