The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-03

Michael Savers. area criminal
of many aliases and DISCUSSES,
was about to be arrested by the
one police-officer who could REQ.
ognize MIN, when his maid
servant, Janet Scale, shot and
killed the officer and thus saved
him. Thereafter Janet, Il girl of
strange beauty. became Sayers'
accomplish. The forces of the
law also received important
reinforcement when Sir Norman
Greyes, formerly Of Scotland
Yards, went back to his old
calling and sou"ht to pick up
the trail of Sayers, whom he
had known under the alias of
Stanfield How he accomplished
this is told in this, story, relat-
at first in Sayers' own words:
1t lad taken months to collect all
the necessary information and make
the preliminary arrangements, but
the moment had arrived at last
At twenty minutes to twelve on a
Friday morning, descended from
Il rather shabby Ford car exactly
opposite Bailey's grocery stores at
the corner of Norwood Road, in one
of the northern suburbs of Leeds.
1t is a neignborhood of six-roomed
houses and long, cobbled streets, Il
neighborncod teeming with men
and women when the great factories
close at hand are empty; but at
this particular hour of the day,
when the cildren are at school, and
the men, and many Of the women.
are still in the mills, it shows signs
of something approaching desertion.
There was handsome gray touring
landaulette containing two passen-
gers, a man and a woman, drawn up
on the other side of the way, APP
parently to take advantage of the
shade of some tall billboards while
the chauffeur filled up wit. petrol.
Otherwise-as a careful glance up
and down the street convinced me-
not soul was in sight.
walked along a hot asphalt path
and turned the corner into what was
known as the Boulevard, almost UNI
noticed. On my left was stretc.1 of
underground, black and with NAL
odorous refuse, empty tins and bot
ties abandoned even by the children
as an undesirable playground. On
my right were more houses in course
Of erection, but today deserted be-
cause Of an opportune strike amongst
the masons. The only inhabited edi
fee was the one where my business
lay, A brass plate upon the door
indicated that this was branch of
Browns Bank, planted out here in
this comedy spot for the convent
ence of the huge factories which
dominated the neighorhood
With my hand upon the swing
door | glanced around. My luck was
certainly in, for there was still not
even child to be seen. Inside, be-
hind the counter, both the manager
and his clerk were busy counting
out bundles of treasury-notes. They
looked up inquiringly as entered.
Strangers in such place, imagine,
were rare. Such stranger as was
a rarity which they were never like
ly to experience again in this world.
My plans were cut and dried to the
last detail. wasted no time in any
silly attempt to aold the place up,
but brief though the seconds were,
it was amazing how my brain
host of varying impress
sions., saw the bland smile fade
from the managers lips; I saw tne
dawn of suspicion in ais eyes, the
CLEAN of pain as shot him through
the right snoulder-blade. His as
sistant had not the courage of a
rabbit. Waite-faced, gasping for
mercy, he stood there with his
head and his knees shaking. / am
convinced that if I had left him
alone for another Eve seconds, he
would have collapsed hopelessly
without any interference on my mart.
! was not able to take risks. how
ever. so. leaning over. i struck him
on the point Of the jaw. He fell in a