The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-08-04


and See It at the Coliseum.]
''Ur course it's authentic! And
want to know what this game Is!
What are you and your bunch out
there trying to rut cver?'
But Manley knew what he knew.
II tell you that wasn't Stoningtor
that spoke. 1t &C uldn'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" Knocked the
irate official. Then get his AFFIDAVIT,
to that effect and amble back with it.
Marley himself was already darling
for the door.
That's just what I'll do" he called
out as he made for the corner Of
Broadway on the run, and there, still
on the run, leaped to the running
board OF an empty taxicab north
bound.
Manley's wait on Stoningtons door.
step was doubly disquieting. Still
more disQuietlng, however, was that
obese bankers reply to the questions
so flercely hurled at him.
Il gave out no such order. And no
such telephone call ever came to my
house tonight"
Then get your phone, quick!' Man
1od Cat he
quarters and stop that raid Stop it in
side CT ten minutes or your bank'll
look like last years bird nest!'
The excited man Of finance, who
had been shouting to mis- servants, sud-
denly ran to the nearest desk phone
and struggled with the instrument But
his struggles were fruitless."
MY phones dead" he cried out to
Manley. Il can't raise central!
can't raise anything"
Then beat it for that bank of
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.
II can't retorted the young man
as he darted for his waiting taxi. I've
get to look for a crook called Oyster
joel"
The 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 bank guards was piled higher
and higher with the gold from the
blistering vaults. Then came the call
for "Gangway" And it became more
and more evident that no timely in
Perception was to rob Legar and his
men Of their spoils. 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 him 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, Numbered north
ward for three blocks, and again
turned eastward.
By the time John Stonington's Ian
daulet reached the bank, following the
warning already sent on from head
quarters, an empty vault lay amid the
smoking ruins and Legar's galleon on
wheels, loaded to the brink with its
stolen gold, had slipped away unchal-
lenged through the darkness and all
trace of it had been lost.
The objective CT that wheeled gal
leon, however, seemed to have been
nicely appreciated by Oyster Joe, quiet