Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-10-28


The child mind or the man Mike
Garven had chosen 70 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 ana proved by
figures that with his ten.per.cent allot-
mcnt he'd have more than enough to
control the company. Then the three
of us went in a taxi 20 the bank.
The check was drawn on the Up.
ures getting the money on piece Of
SWelton paper. And in the taxi he
gave me the bills joyiully as he rever
emily touched the packet of stock he'd
so carefully placed in his inside pocls
ct.
Mr.. Jamesrl sure be surprised"
he murmured happily.
Lets all go down to the bank
while give Mr.. Trevor his company's
check" l proposed.
Whisky-Face shot me venomous
glance. It 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 didn't try any tricks
/ introduced Mr.. Walton to my
friend the cashier; also Trevor, who
growled out something about being in
n hurry. But there was going to be
no slip on my game: no suspicion un-
til l got safely away.
l put the money. just as had re-
ceived it, through the little window
Elk this up for me. Mr.. Carter"
There was no smile on my face as
there should have been for a man who
was depositing quarter OF million,
but there was no bitterness in my
heart either. / was just an automa-
ton, worked by a dead brain.
"Write out deposit slip" remind
ed Carter and he chatted to the hap
pv old man ard the s:owering Trevor
as | went to the little glass. enclosed
booth and at the !ittlc desk FOR wom-
en- depositors wrote out the slip. Then
l handed over the thick bunch of bills
to the cashier.
Ihc minute I turned from the win.
dow Whisky.Face was right on the
job.
"Where's Mikes checi?" he
hissod.
didn't answer him. 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 I 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
"I'ye just got time to make my train
See you tomorrow, Mr.. Walton"
took his hand, and he murmured
his surprised parting. l hurried out
then, followed by the soft eyes Of the
nan who had given me the money his
simple neighbors had entrusted to
him.
In the air drew Il great breath of
relief. | had played my game. was
free. The suitcase waited. The whole
world was before me. No, didn't
thank God for that; it would have
been blasphemy-from me.
A heavy hand dropped on my shoul-
der.
You're wanted" harsh voice
snaIled in my ear.
] Whirled, white to the lips.
What for?" / 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
rat in trap! Then l staggered
against tho detective; my eyes full of
comprehendng horror.
In taxi at the curb. eyes hard and
cold as they watched, sat Alice Wal.
ton!
CHAPTER XII.