Evening star., 1922-05-28

All 6rH1eU, sec, anO now many HcAu.
quarters mon they'll have with rihes.
Rides! Can you beat that"
+ 4
CKEETER did nothing more than
prod above his watch pocket with
an exploring finger. The big -boned
man turned back to his paper. And
here's layout of the police lines
and plans o. how to keep the crowds
back. And here's the amount of
dough they're going to move. Four
million six hundred and ninety -seven
thousand in gold! Eighteen millions
in bonds and collateral! Eleven mill
lion in bank notes in paper bills rang
ing from one dollar up to ten thou
sand!'
Nice big figures"' was all the hol-
lowed-eyed little man said.
'The trust people say they're going
to move 4 week from Saturday. Sat-
urday's the oficially announced day
at noon. sharp. You can see it there
for yourself"
The big man leaned forward, half
turning the page for Skeeter's in
spection. When he spoke again his
voice was much lower.
"Skeeter." he said, with a quiet SOL
ing eyes seem grave. ''Skeeter. the
National Trusts going to move on
Wednesday. the 17th!'
How'd you know that?" snapped
back Skeeter. with his first show of
interest. Rykelt sat back to luxuriate
in that tardy response. For Skeeter,
having discreetly buried his bone be-
fore serving his term in Joliet. was
not without the sinews OF war. And
this was a campaign that would call
for considerable ready money.
I'll show you how I know 1t. when
the time comes. And I'll tell you
something else know" Rykelt pro-
lonsed the dramatic moment by a pull
at his glass. "skeeter. they're not 60
ing to have any three hundred har-
nessbulls and double-rank firelines Of
fycops"
"What're you driving at?" demanded
skeeter. with his eyes clamped on the
other mans face.
I'm driving at this: Those National
march on the public. They're going
to have truck and an ordinary
everyday touring car and a couple o
Burns and plain clothes men. and
that's all. They're going to move
thirty or forty millions o money
through the open street. the same as
you'd truck thirty or forty bales O.
other.
Thirty or forty million" said
Skeeter, taking deep breath. He
looked dreamily about the room
IN truck and a touring-car. like
so much baled hay" exclaimed Ry
kelt.
What time on Wednesday," snap
ped Skeeter. coming down to earth.
They begin at sharp" was the
answer
How'd you know that?"
YKELTS hand went down into his
pocket again. Here's how l
know it." he said, again lowering his
voice. He unfolded letter which he
had drawn from his pocket. and ran
his eye over it, "Wefie" demanded the
little man.
This letters from the cashier Of the
National Trust. AS you see. It's on
the banks Official paper. It's to REM
sen, the second vice president. COR
some touring car or other around to
the bank doors. 1t says for Wednes-
day, the seventeenth. at Ave. Notice
the way he puts 1t: Kindly make
note of the hour and day 1 mention,
as we're obviatins natural embar-
easements by antsdatins the an
nounced migration by three days. !
regret failing to reach you by phone
and take the liberty of repeating that
this is. Of course. official and conf
dential'''
''where'd you get that" asked
Skeeter sharply.
Lifted it." was Rykelrs calm re.
,joinder.
"How?"
I'D been working the subway for
feathers. 1 got a pippin.. I thought.
in the Grand Central crush. All it
held was three ones. with this note
folded up in the card-fiap."
But your note isn't signed" de.
INJURED Skeeter.
II tell you it's all right. That E. p.
stands for Esra Parker. I got a list
of the bank ofiiciIls and verified it.
(which call Dncommhptv c1AvAr
OF you% snorted Skeeter. Then he
murmured aloud, for the second time.
Thirty or forty Million"
us 1t worth it?" demanded Rykelt.
TITS worth it-but how" was
Skeeter's answer. He was already
deep in thought. "How?' he repeated,
absently.
'I tell you, skeeter. we can do It,"
exulted the big-boned man. We can
do it.'
tT EFT me look at ttat Sunday story
again" 1t was Skeeter who
spoke, after several minutes Of un-
broken silence.
Rykelt watched the delicate little
face as it bent hunSrily over the
heavy columns OF figures and then
turned back even more hunkrily to
the descriptive paragraphs accom-.
panyinE them. And he saw that
Skestsr was slowly but surely sue.
eumbing to that provocative virus.
"D'you know what ten millions
means? Skeeter. d'you even know
what one million means! drsamily
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