The Ely miner., 1930-12-26
CHAPTER V-Continued

"My young friend. this thing We are
all out for is business and this payroll
is very big business. AT the end there
is for you either that nice little wad
of money to invest In swell night
club, where you can tango and watch
the coin flow In, or, If there should be
any fumbling, there will be a nice
little bit of real estate, just six feet
long, in some quiet cemetery-if ii Is
you-who tumble"
There was utter silence about the
table for second-then they all
breathed again as Jack pushed his
chair back and said with a catlike
grin: Make the hole six feet three
for the Englishman, if he gets In
our way"
The leader went on. "The New York
branch will watch the office. Paul, your
men will take the country bank. and
Jack the house and the Englishman."
I'll finish him"
'He is not to be finished. 1t would
make too much talk just now. But
he can be confined to the house and
He paused and looked warily at Jack.
"You have one chance at him-no
more. The girl is more important.
She must not be made suspicious"
He reached for the lunch check and,
without scanning it, threw down a
bill, as the four good business men left
the restaurant.
After luncheon Roberta, In her car,
came TO the edge of the terrace and
called to Sir George: "Ready?"
She could see how pleased Aunt
Aggy looked al the thought OF their
going off together. Tires0me old Scotch
doWd! She was doubtless. despite all
her denials, building castle in the
air in which the beautiful Britisher
carried of the rich American neiresS
Well. Aunt Aggy had another guess
coming.
Sir George seated himself beside her.
Are you driving?"
Roberta permitted him the merest
nod.
We'll, very cushy this" he declared
and slumped down in the comfortable
seat.
Without looking at him Roberta sent
the car flying.
Sir George stole a look at her and
felt himself rewarded. She made a
picture worth looking at again and
again. He devoutly hoped she would
let him look at her and keep her
mouth shut, for ii seemed to him that
when her mouth opened he got more
gall and wormwood than was rightly
one mans share.
1--WE 90 straight along the river road
until we come to the bend in front of
us. That's Green Bend. where the
artists live" said Roberta, after a
silence.
They clattered over a bridge which
arched a creek, ran up a short steep
incline and out into rather danger
ously narrow space, around which
were scattered houses, old and new.
Then, the canal behind them, they tore
along highway, passing other houses.
They were attractive-all of them
and Sir George would have enjoyed
stopping and taking leisurely look
at them, but Roberta was evidently
not in the mood. Along the road they
hastened, and found themselves on a
wide village street that ran between
the river and canal
They approached the four corners.
On one, opposite the post office, stood
a large brick building, which housed
the bank. Roberta drew up to the
curb. Here We are"
Sir George reused himself, but
stepped out of the machine too late
to help the active Roberta, who was
up the brick steps that led to the bank
entrance before he could reach her.
She went into the bank without wait
ing for him. He followed along the
linoleum covered aisle to the door of
the private room, where the bank
manager had his desk. The manager,
pleasant-lOOking man, rose when
Roberta entered and greeted her cor
daily. Roberta, after her quick "GoOd
afternoon" Indicated Sir George.
This Is Sir George SandisOn, Mr..
Masten. He Is acting as my fathers
private secretary, and father told me
to introduce him to you, and to say
that Sir George would be commissioned
to transact most Of fathers banking
business here"
Mr.. Masten's eyes had opened wide
at the mention of Sir Georges title.
"What-what was the name againT
he asked.
Roberta did not smile, though Sir
George was tempted to. She realized,
though be did not, tsat this was an