Bisbee daily review., 1916-09-17

tell you you're handing forty millions to a bunch of crooks On a forged order!"
 The captain called to a couple of his men.
 'Tierney, and you, DOOlan, take this bug-shooter in charge
 "Then telephone to Stonington him. self,' cried the frantic Manley strug gling in the grip of his captors. Get him on the wire himself. and see what he says,"
 Patterson" he called out. Take charge here. and don't let this motor truck move an inch until verify this order of StoningtOn's.' Then be, turned to Manley. You come with me-
 The triumphant light sson went out of young Manley's face, however. asI he stood beside the captain in theI telephone booth. He could hear that official call for the number, ask for Stonington. and crisply demand of the banker if the order for the vault trans fer was authentic or not.
 "Of course it's authenticI And Il want to know what this game isi What are you and your bunch out there trying to put over?'
 But Manley knew what he knew.
 'T tell you that wasn't StoningtonI that spoke. It couldn't have been," cried the desperate young secretary. The captain was already on his feet and fighting his way back to the fire lines.
 Then suppose you go up and tell him he's been dreaming" mocked the irate official. Then get his affidavit to that effect and amble back with it. Manley himself was already darting for the door.
 That's just what I'll do," he called out as he made for the corner of Broadway m the run, and there, still on the run, leaped to the running board of an empty taxicab north bound.
 Manley's wait on Stonington's door step was doubly disquieting. Still more 1isquietlng, however, was that obese bankers reply to the questions 50 fiercely hurled at him.
 ''I gave out no such order. And no such telephone call ever came to my house tonight"
 Then get your phone, quick" Man ley warned him. Get police head quarters and stop that raid. Stop it in side of ten minutes or your bank1l look like last years bird nest.'
 The excited man of finance, who had been shouting to his servants, sud denly ran to the nearest desk phone and struggled with the instrument. But his struggles were fruitless.'
 My phone's dead" he cried out tc Manley. T cant raise central! cant raise anything"
 Then beat it for that bank or yours. advised Manley as he made for the door.
 Take me with you; for Gods sake take me with you." cried Stonington, catching up his hat and coat and fol lowing him.
 'I can't" retorted the young man ss he darted for his waiting taxi. I've get to lcok for a crook called Oyster Joel
 Tie police lines about the ruins of the Third National bank, as Manley went scurrying through the streets lit- tie dreaming that a stranger had pre- ceded him on that errand had al ready been strengthened by addition al reserves as the great motor truck with it's hank guards was piled higher and higher with the gold from the blistering vaults. Then came the call for 'Gangway," And it became rlore and more evident that no timely in terception was to rob Legar and his men Of their spells. The heavy truck was already crawling out from the curb, it's great wheels crunching over cinders and charred wood, as a mes senger ran up to the officer in charge, calling hin to the telephone.
 That official held the receiver in his hand as the motor truck, gathering speed as it threaded it's way through a narrow aisle of open asphalt formed by surging humanity. rounded the cor  ner into Broadway. thundered north | ward for three blocks, and again turned eastward.
 Ry the time John Stoningtcn's lan- daulet reached the bank. following the warning already sent on from head quarters, an empty vault lay amid the l smoking ruins and Legar's galleOn on l wheels, loaded to the brink with it's | stolen gold, had slipped away unchal- lenged through the darkness and all ] trace of it had been lest.
 The objective of that wheeled gal | leon. however. seemed to have been l nicely appreciated by oyster Joe, quiet | ly smoking on the deck of an extremely | powerlul-engiaed but extremely dirty | launch mCored in the shadow of a | wharf That worthy. indeed, showed | a marked preference for gloom, since | neither his cabin nor his deck lamps | were alight. Equally without light | was the numbering truck which | crawled cautiously down to the lip of | the wharf where, after an exchange | of quiet whistled signals. a number of | vaguely outlined figures set about lift