The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-11-01

The officer had taken from his
pocket the one article his clothes con-
tained-a watch.
I'll keep that to count the few
hours left me, if you don't mind said
Dan, but Marvel was giving the time
piece close inspection. He opened
the cases. saw him gaze searchingly
at the inside of the back case, then at
the outstretched hand of Derby Dan,
and then into Derby Dams eyes. The
mocking smile drifted from the face
of the prisoner.
Have hit it, DAMP" challenged
Marvel, with one movement ripping
the back case from the watch and
handing the denuded timepiece to it's
owner
only you," admitted the prisoner in
a subdued tone. Not that you have
one chance in thousand of locating
her"
Think things over, Dan," said my
friend, turning to leave the room. 'You
shall have good nursing. To make it
still better, suppose you help me out
where you camp
But Derby Dan shrugged his Ratchet
like shoulders and was dumb. Marvel
spoke an order to the officer respect
ing the disposition of the prisoner.
Then he went to the teller's cage,
made some memoranda of the informa-
ton received there, and walked brisk
ly towards the broad stairway leading
to the street.
Il suppose you read the oracle?" he
Intercepted, and then as I looked
dubious he produced the one-half Of
the watch case. Pasted over it's inner
surface was the photograph of q wo-
man. It was the portrait of such a
woman as one would expect man of
Derby Dams character to select
coarse featured, loud eyed, tawdry as
to neck and waist adornment.
Still, woman; and to Derby Dan
the picture seemed so dear, that
doubted not for her sake he had risked
a shot, to enrich her he had consented
to spend the last poor fragment of his
life behind steel bars
"He is clear game" announced
Resilius Marvel, and will never
squeal. His hopes, however, must
hinge on a division of the spoil. OF
course it's the woman her pals will
make for sooner or later"
so you must find her."
$50 l shall find her." said Marvel
swiftly. The raid must have been
timed to secondhand an inch. Derby
Dan loitered up to that cage, and
knows enough about bank routine to
look over the notations on the pack
ages. Then the red pepper that
missed, grab, the weighted loot, and
a.close calculation that did not miss,
and I dare say landing directly in
the automobile, where his pals were
ready for the word Co."
My friend had drawn the right pic
ture of an actual happening we found
when we reached the street. The
crossing policeman told of the crash
of glass, flying object, the whir of
the auto, and flash to the corner
ahead with mounted officer in pur-
suit, who lost the trail amid the con-
fusion of too many vehicles, with less
than one-half mile accomplished.
And then as two of the bank police
men appeared leading Derby Dan be-
tween them, he gave Slight start Of
recognition.
Know him?" inquired Marvel.
saw him before. that's all" was
the response.
"Where?"
Right at this letter box. About
twenty minutes ago. sawShim lean
on it and watch the big clock up In
the Board of Trade. Then he looked
up and down the street. Then he
drew an envelope from his pocket. He
kept his eyes fixed on it. for few
minutes, as II thinking deeply. Then
he lifted the cover of the slot. shot it
into the letter box and walked
briskly into the bank"
Marvel whipped about He was scan.
ming the printed schedule for collec.
ton of mail on the front of the box.
He glanced at his watch. His face ex.
pressed satisfaction. knew it be-
tokened that no collection had been
made since Derby Dan had deposited q
letter in the box. Marvel took a pencil
and a card from his pocket and scrib-
bled a name and a telephone mum.
ber
phone from the bank" he directed
me. Il will have to remain here. Tell
Leslie to join me at once"
1t was not fifteen minutes before q
post Office inspector arrived. He
opened the box after a few words oil
conversation with Marvel It lacked
twenty minutes of ten o'clock. anc
very few letters were mailed in ths
business section as early as that In
the morning. Some twelve or. four
teen were all the dropping shelf dis
played. Most of them bore return
addresses on the corner, and clearly tt
be seen were business documents
One. a plain envelope, bore crude
handwriting and the direction:
Nancy Wands,
"42 Markham St..
"City."
This is what I am after" declared
Marvel. ITO make sure-yes." Al I
nod from the inspector he ripped opeI
the envelope.
/ His rapid eye took in the contents
of single sheet covered with pen
ciled words. He glanced at me and
| Joined him. We crossed the street AM
repaired to the Office of the Unite,
Bankers Protective association,