The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1924-08-23

ment.
What can I say" asked Tirrell.
Nothing" l answered. "Only, for
the sake of Miss Peters, who seems
to be standing by you"
The girl lowered her hands. 81
told him that even if he went to Jail,
she said proudly, I'D marry him"
HE won't go to jail" I assured
her.
"And so help me God, I'll never do
anything again that's wrong" vowed
Tirrell.
| rose to leave, but the young man
clutched at my hand. IL don't even
besides, l want you to go with me to
the office. | want you to see me put
the money back in the safe"
He had restrained himself so long
that a breakdown was near. / know
something about the nerves. l knew
that to refuse his request might
cause him to give way to the in
clination to hysteria.
my name doesn't matter. Some
day, when you are rich, shall look
you up and ask repayment. Until
then my identity is unimportant.
And of course l will go with you to
your Office"
l stepped out of the alcove: | did
not wish the girl to embarrass me
with their gratitude. But as we put
her into a taXicab to take her home,
she threw her arms around my neck
and kissed me. Had | earned with
the sweat of my brow the money
which ! had just given to her lover,
the kiss would have been worth
every penny of it. saw her CO.
again. Then l shrugged. Why should
L?
Tirrell and | took another taxicab;
we went down Broadway to the Post
Office, and then left the cab, proceed
ing on foot to our destination. In
front of the address whittier we
were bound, Tirrell stopped with a
cry of amazemcnt. He pointed a
shaking finger at window.
"There's light in the Office he
gasped.
"What of it," | asked.
"Mr. Carbon must be there" he
said.
"You may have left the light on,
I suggested.
He shook his head decidedly. "He's
in there. Well have to tell him
perhaps he's opened the safe. Let's
go i'm
I seized his arm. eff he's there,
you'll have to confess. You don't
want to do that if you can avoid it,"
"But if he's found out that the
gone
l interrupted him. "He isn't go
ing to telephone the police at this
hour. Well wait until he leaves,
then slip in there, put the money back
in the safe, and in the morning, when
he finds the money there. he'll think
he dreamed it all. At any rate, there'll
be no talk of jail"
He pondered this. made another
suggestion. "Has he a telephone at
his: home? Then ring him up; if he
answers, he isn't in his office. Well
know that you're mistaken in think
ing your turned off the light. Try
He was trembling now, suffering
from the sudden reaction to despair,
and amenable to any suggestion.
From anear-by lunch-room he tele-
phoned; his employer. He emerged
from the booth so white that l fear
I'd hefwould faint.
"His housekeeper answered. She
told me that Mr.. Carbon had gone to
his office, in response to telephone
message, an hour ago, from mel"
I whistled. "And you didn't tcle-
phone him. I think we'd better en-
ter the office"
! Tirrell unlocked the door of Gar
bon's office, and we entered the room.
There, upon the floor, his blood
stained head indicating his murder
er's ferocity, lay Carbon, The OPP
sned safe against the wall furnished !
the motive for the crime.
I grabbed young Tirrell just as his
hand was on the telephone.
"What's the idea?" I demanded.
"The police" he answered.
] pointed at the open safes "That
looks like motive enough, but the
police are going to ask questions.
Don't forget that somebody imper
sonated you on the telephone an
hour ago."
"But you can prove that we found
the body" he protested.
shook my head. Obviously, l
who was avoiding embarrassing ques-
tioning from the police on one sub
ject, did not care to invite it on an
other.
II would have to tell the whole