South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1919-06-01

possible 10 tell which or four or
five men might have pulled the trig-
ger.
Jackson's eyes returned mechani-
cslIy TO the bunch OF bills for which
ne had reached
They were gone.
Twenty one-thousand dollar bills
stolen while the paying teller's eyes
we're OF his money for a confused
Instant
The two bank detectives and the
door-man had drawn their revolvers
al the sound OF the shot and rushed
to protect the doors. but before they
could reach them several alarmed
customers mad dashed into the
street. and probably the bank sneak
amons thcm.
lac president rushed out OF his
room in front pushed mis- way
through the paniky crowd. cried to
the detectives, Lock those doors.
and stopped in front of the chief -
ter's window
What was H. Jackson p" ne cried.
Twenty thousand dollars"
How'd il go" demanded the
president Mortified.
Must have been a sneak. but I
didn't see a false move: the shot
startled me, when / looked up /
couldn't make out who did IT,
Did YOU see anything suspicious.
any Of YOU" cried the president,
turning to the room full OF custo
mers. many Of who he knew well.
A wiry little Southern gentleman,
"a well known cotton merchant, step
ped up. tugged at his tobacco-yel-
lowed mustache and remarked. Il
was standing sub, next i'm line be-
side the teller's window and the bull
let must have come as close to me.
sun. a. the one that grazed my ell
bow at Pickett's charge. but it's my
opinion. sub. though there was a
powahful explosion. that the shot
was fired from the street or the
door by Cad sub"
Couldn't have been" cut in =
ponderous. lOw-broWed foreigner
who proved to be the very Spanish
merchant for whom Jackson had
provided the bills Il was standing
right behind this man and the gun
goes of right behind me-, the shot
sounded boom, right in my ear
That's strange" answered the
president. glancing at the Spaniard's
broad hand. his check for the TWEEN
" thosand dollars trem cling slightly
be ween thick thumb and fore
finger. Looks as though the pow
der singed you. What's that on your
hand. Consoles"
The merchant glanced at a big
black splotch on the back of his
hand "Thats-that's-w maybe
the powder did burn me. Didn't I
tell YOU it was close"
And who stood behind YOU in the
line. Mr Gonzales" came the quick
question.
The merchant dropped his eyes.
confused. Il don't know. it looked
Lille Mr. RielIy's clerk there he
stammered.
The young man in question. who
had come 10 cash a check for his
employers pay roll flushed and said
he guessed he was behind Gonzales,
though he couldn't remember. ne
shadn't noticed. everything had hap
pened so quickly.
As "A necessary precaution every
man in the bank submitted to
search before the big outside doors
were unlocked. and even then the
president asked jackson. Gonzares
and Mr. Rielly's clerk 10 confer
with him in his office.
The conference developed nothing
of importance, but it gave time for
the two bank detectives TO. station
themselves outside at a suggestion
from the bank president. and when
Gonzales and the clerk left the
building their trails were diligently
taken up by the sOft-foOted pair ly-
ing in wait. -.
President Farley had no sooner
dismissed them than he drew his
desk phone 10 a handy position.
called up the Grunewald and asked
for Christopher Poe. When a bust
ness-like voice came in reply Farley
continued. Glad YOU haven't left
town. We've had "a little theft over
here and I'm hoping that your bank
ing experience in New Pork may