The Carlisle independent., 1917-09-13

Too bad!" spoke Marvel quickly. as he crowded past our guide and his eye swept the room in his rapid, com prehensiye way.
 did not make out what Marvel had taken in with that practised eye Of his at glance, until I had got nearly up to the desk, which 1 found was one used in sealing money en- yelopes. A strong gas jet was going. Near it were the steel dies, wax sticks and cord used in securing pack ages The prisoner had evidently been busy during his brief period of forced retirement. A pair of small scissors and safety razor lay on the table. Also, under the gas jet was quite a heap of fresh, warm cinders. The eyebrows of the captive were jagged and irregular, and his upper lip was rough and scraped.
 He has tried to disguise himselfi" shouted the bank teller, instantly.
 To disfgure himself. you mean" interpolated Marvel. He has done more than that. He has been busy removing all identification marks papers, clothing tags-hello! what's this?"
 From behind the man there sud- denly sprang out a small lively dog. He was of the fox terrier breed, and parked at us lustily
 "Oh, the animal was with him when he came into the bank" explained the teller. Followed him in here. Be- longs to him, suppose"
 T see." nodded my friend, thought fully. Now, then, my mani"
 He fixed his eye sharply on the pris- oner. The latter did not finch under the exposure. He must have been a handsome appearing young man be- fore he had jabbed those scissors into his eyebrows. He was very pale, but there was nothing of the cringing or alarmed culprit about him.
 T see it is useless to ask you your name" observed Marvel We will make a search, but I fancy you have fcrestalled what you were shrewd enough to suspect awaited you"
 My friend was right. The man had cut off even the laundry marks on his linen, had removed every letter and card from his pocketbook, and had burned them on the marble top of the sealing table.
 You won't tell your name, of course," said Marvel. Will you talk at all?"
 T will make only one statement, came the cool, composed reply.
 T shall be glad to receive it." re- piled Marvel.
 since that I was passing counterfeit money"
 You know it now?"
 "Yes," came the response, accom- panied with a tremor of the finely chiseled lips. T had ten s100 bills, and have passed them all"
 Where did you get them?"
 T will answer that question and rest my case there," was the singular reply. After that 1t is up to you to do what you choose; and after that I shall absolutely refuse to say one word-I found them"
 That was all-all at the start, all at the finish. Argument, menaces, ca jolery, sympathy-these went for nothing. Marvel studied the prisoner silently. Then he whispered to the tSler The latter retired, to reappear vt the floor officer. Marvel gave this4Aan some low-toned instructions. The officer placed come-along uponI the wrist of the prisoner.
 You can leave the dog" spoke Mari vel suddenly.
 The prisoner turned and his liz parted. He was evidently about put in a plea for the continued cor panionship of the little animal, who he seemed to regard with fondnes With something of Q sigh, he r pressed utterance, however, pulld his hat down over his eyes and stoli ly accompanied the officer from tI place.
 Get me piece of stout cord" M vel directed the teller, and in anob few minutes we were on our way the offices of the United Bankers tective association. The little animal whined and worried, but trotted along, guided by Marvel. The latter turned the dog loose in an empty room and sat down in his own favor ite chair in his private office.
 There is some thinking to do," he observed, Out I should like to have you back here about an hour before dusk"
 was curious enough and interested enough to greet the invitation as favor, and said so.
 And by the way, my friend" he called after me as reached the door. Chat young man we have secured told the truth-he did not know the s100 bills were counterfeit until the teller at the Central National told him SO"
 wondered how Resilius Marvel had found this out. but knew he was