The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-03-06
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SIR NORMAN GREYES, formerly
of Scotland Yard, is devoting mis-
time to tracking down
MICHAEL SAVERS, arch criminal
Sayers is known to Greyes under
the alias Of Stanfield. Michael
drives in small car to Brown s
bank in the suburbs of Leeds,
shoots the manager through the
shoulder, strikes the clerk sense
less and robs the bank of over
1000 pounds. Stepping from the
bank into a touring car in which
JANET SCALE. his confederate
awaits him. Savers races for Scot
land. confederate named Rob
erson takes charge of the small
car and is arrested but freed for
want of evidence. Michael passes
the stolen notes to men in two
motor cars and Il motorcycle,
leaving on evidence of theft on
Sayers' person.
Sir Norman Resumes
"Gou seem to have done cvcrv-
thing possible, Huntington" said
at last. but | think, as my Norway
trip has fallen flat, l shall go up 20
Scotland for Il fortnight Would YOU
like me to call over AT Leeds ana
see if ! can pick up anything?"
EXACTLY what 1 hoped you woul,!
suggest he confessed eagerly. 81
have hrooded over the affair so long
that can think Of nothing but the
obvious side. The Chief will give you
letter to the Leeds people. Would
you like ME to come with you?"
] shook my head.
That night travelled down to
There was nothing about the
neighborhood which differed ma
terially from Rimmington's descrip-
ton. paid q visit to the place at
exactly the hour the robbery had
been committed, walked from the
grocery store to the bank, carefully
timing myself, and made some
trifling purchases inside the shop.
The neighbour God seemed to be thick
~ built lover and populated; in
patches, but here and there were va
cant lots. The land opposite the
grocery was marked out for build
ing, but operations as yet had not
been begun. Later in the day
tracked Robertson to ground in mis-
favorite publichouse. Choosing my
opportunity, I addressed him.
Are you the man whom the police
made such idiots of themselves about
in this bank robbery?" l asked.
What the hell's that to do with
you?" he answered.
His tone was truculent, but he oh
Yiously only needed little humor-
ing.
Just this much" replied. 81
am journalist representing one
OF the picture papers. 1t would be
worth a FLYER to you if you would let
me do sketch of you"
His manner changed at once.
You don't want an interview"
Not likely" | assured him, COM
mencing rough sketch in a note
book which had put into my pocket
for that purpose. 81 read the case
myself. A fool could see that you
had nothing to do with it,"
He stopped drinking and looked at
me curiously.
'il ] were the police | went on.
81 should want to know a little
more about the two tourists on their
way to Scotland"
Then you're as big fool as the
police" he retorted gruffly. "They
hadn't nothing to do with it. They
were filling up with petrol and
neither of them budged from the
car"
| smiled in superior way and
went on Nketching. He watched me
with thinlyS yelled anxiety.
"Toffs they were," he went on, "an
their way up for "a bit of sport"
Maybe l commented. "They
didn't seem in any hurry about it,"
What do you mean'g,
u don't see why they stayed at