Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-05-16
ontinued From Yesterdays Starr
TWENTY-sIxTH INsTALLMENT.

~ OILY Oaks own room at
Arbroath building was very
T large and would have been
~ airy, if the windows had been
opened and the heavy velvet
curtains drawn back. It contained
only bed, chair, a table, and strip
of old carpet, ludicrously inadequate
The table was Of the type that is to
be found in architects ofhces-a large,
plain implanted board, supported on
two treStles. Neatly stacked upon it
were scores of plans, survey maps,
books of reference, timetables, and
pages of memoranda compiled In
Golly's almost illegible handwriting.
He was now studying one of the three
bank books that it was his invariable
custom to carry with him by day, and
take to bed with him at night. 1t was
a record of his deposits in one of the
greatest of the Brazilian banks and it
showed so satisfactory total that he
could truthfully say that, even if he
could not lay hands on Lila Smiths
fortune, he could still live in luxury
sll the rest Of his life.
The other bank books afforded him
almost as much comfort. He closed
the little blue-covered volume with
sigh of contentment, put it and its
companions In an inside pocket OF his
coat, and gave himself up to con-
Sideration of a bothersome problem.
Raggit Lane was in Brixton Prison,
daily hoping for a miracle, for he had
a great deal Of faith in this little
scheme; and in Brixton Prison, Golly
had determined, he would remain until
the law took its usual course.
Lane was happily ignorant Of his
chiefs lack Of interest In his misfortune.
And yet Golly had planned, and had
intended, a spectacular rescue, should
any Of his lieutenantS fall within the
reach of the law. On his table was a
carefully prepared plan of operation
that was as detailed and as exact as
any drawn by a staff officer on the
eve of battle. But Golly had another
Hlar. He was never bound by his first
program.
Even his late wife had never sus-
pected him Of keeping a most elaborate
book in which were pasted clippings
giving the details of every successful
robbery he had planned and executed.
Yet he had spent days in gloating over
these clippings: He had grown livid
with rage when what he considered
some extraordinarily clever move OF
his had gone unrecorded, and several
times he would have written to the
press, supplying the omitted detail, If
1t had not been for the fact that he
knew by heart every great crime that
had been committed in the past SO
years, and this very knowledge had
taught him that vanity brings some Of
the cleverest criminals to punishment.
There was once murderer, whole
sale poisoner, who wrote to the coroner,
tnquiring into the death of one of his
victims, and it was that letter that had
brought him to the Scaffold. Golly
never forgot this.
He had just settled himself for an
hour of meditation when there was a
knock at the door, and, getting up, he
pulled back the bolt and admitted Capt.
AiknesS. The captain had shown signs
of nervousness all afternoon-Something
very unusual for him. Perhaps it was
the little tiff they had had earlier in
the day that had upset him. Twice he
had asked Golly for some information
as to his immediate plans, and that was