The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1917-09-27

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had so ungratefully repudiated his
almost fatherly love. On the morn
ing of May % Miss Farrar cashed the
$4,000 check. Mr.. Clay has not seen
her since, nor anyone else, so far as
we have been able to discover. At
the moment when the young lady
passed out of this bank she passed
into obscurity. Our floor detective
has made some casual investigation.
He has found no trace of the move
ments of Miss Farrar later than II
a. NJ, May %, no clew nor hint of a
clew as to her present whereabouts.
She has vanished completely"
''The letter I asked for" said Mar
vel briefly, in his mandatory, decisive
way; and when had prepared and
delivered it he left the bank without
another word, his thoughts envelop-
ing him In silent, battling mood
knew his habits too we'll to intrude
upon.
The loss of $4,000 was not much
for an institution of our financial in
tegrity, and so far as he was person
ally concerned our president would
ordinarily have been content to
| charge it off to profit and loss &C
count. However, when Resilius Mar
vel entered a case he was certain to
bring to light "the goods" or at
least some development that express
ed lucidity and satisfaction.
The bank was just closing that aft
ernoon when my friend reappeared.
AS he came into the private Office the
| president was just putting on his
gloves preparatory to taking his au-
tomobile for the club. He paused
with his usual genial nod to Marvel,
and stepped within the room and lin
! gered for a moment.
II presume it is a plain case, and
the bank is $4,000 out?" he observed
Hardly" was the prompt response.
''The case, however, calls for some
attention possibly several thousand
miles from here"
Then there Is a chance?" was sug-
gested hopefully.
II shall want the best man In the
bank and my good friend" replied
Marvel, placing his hand on my shoul-
der. 49,: r.. ..s..
THAT is foregone, since you say It,"
smiled our president. tits the girl,
I suppose--the forger7" -,.. :.
1T is the girl, yes" assented Mar
vel. GAS to her being the forger-
doubt it." 49,
whats that" demanded the pres
ident, with a start. You don't mean
to say
II mean to quote from the CONNER
cial agency patter: considerable con-
servation should be exercised in deal
lngs with
'Warner Clay?"
"Take it so.''
els that Warning?"
you might act on that basis until
you hear again from me-" said MAJ
vel.
you amaze mel"
The president departed, thoughtful
ly drawing on a glove, an awakened
distrust in his bearing that indicat-
ed shock.
"Now, then, you and I will thrash
this thing out" he began. First.
though, make your arrangements to
bear me company"
How far?" inquired, sorting over
my short and long distance travelling
satchels in my mind. ~
"Galveston-frst. You will have
time for preparations. The train
leaves at 8. only want half an, hour
just now. That is Miss Farrar." He
said, and drew a card photo from his
pocket. ~
1.-THE young lady" ventured. ~
"Is at Galveston, or thereabouts.
l saw your esteemed bank client, this
Mr.. Warner Clay. I found him as
had pictured him: an elf1sh, miserly
being with no thought outside of his
money and getting more. The man is
a financial pervert and sly and
shrewd as a fox. He positively well
coined me. Then he lied to me and
had him. left him so we'll salts
fed that his word was gold with the
bank, and that my brief visit was a
cursory and superficial bit of routine,
that he will gloat over his fancied
success for a week to come. When 7
stated that we wanted to go over
his returned checks as a matter Of
business system, he landed them
down on me with a frank Willingness
that was almost painful. I even got
him to give me several samples, of
his handwriting. BY the way, did you
ever notice his right hand foreflnger
and thumb"
or course I had not. Perhaps the
paying teller had, and said SO. \,
Sometime and somehow our Mr..
Clay has slipped the upper joint Of
that fore1nger out of plumb" mar
rated my informant. 1T does not
trouble him in eating, or cutting cou-
pons, or Tipping over interest money.
Nor when he writes a screed with
straight-going letters does he expe-
rience any difficulty. A lower loop,
however, is his Nemesis"
"Nemesis?" repeated vaguely.
mot too strong. that, in this case.
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