The Daily Alaska empire., 1931-07-31
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suppose It 0dQ come IOOSS WIleI he stopped at the door of the bank
 That side entrance to the bank opens into a hall; on one side iS the main room; on the other the offices of the president and the cashier AS I passed the cashiers ! office I noticed the door was open about an inch, and the ligha on I pushed the door wide open. There was Campbell, our cashier, just about to put a package of money into a small grip.
 Then he saw me and l knew by his actions what he was up to. He was getting away with the bank s cash and I had caught him in the act. Didn't either of us say a wcrd-then he jumped me. In the tussel, which lasted only a second managed to throw him across one corner of a heavy table in the center of the room.
 He hit it pretty hard and guess it must have hurt his back. Anyway as he fell his head hit on the base of the big swivel chair in front of his desk. I saw he was knocked out, but I never dreamed he was hurt bad. I guess Martin must have been in the vault get ting out his books because he evil dently hadn't heard a thing, and from behind the counter where Martin worked he couldn't see the door of the cashiers office. I real ized the situation in a flash. There was that bundle of moneyl just grabbed it, slipped out of the door and to the depot just in time to catch my train to Camden.
 In Camden I delivered the pa- pers and went to the hotel and registered in case there should be call for me on the phone. Then I bought a ticket to Buffalo-it was just about time for the east bound train
 But didn't go on that train; I struck out on foot across country IA miles to Wheeler, a town on an- other railroad. I boarded the train the last minute and paid my fare to junction point where I caught train to Cleveland. From Cleve- land went to Denver, and from Denver to Red Butte
 T never knew the cashier was dead until I read the story in the paper. It was too late then for me to back out because I had gotten away with the money. I hate to think of poor old Dad Martin be- ing in jail for something he had no more to do with than you. But it's him or me.
 You see, having Martins Ma sonic charm in my hand when Campbell jumped me, dropped it in the tussel and never once thought of it again.
 How much did you get away with?" T
 Twenty-Five thousand.
 Got it on you?"
 Of course. You see, I already had the money I got from Pierre. I paid my expenses out of that"
 "Hum-m," said Donovan, and lapsed into deed thought.
 Bruce Careys mental and ner- vous~ condition was pitiable. In his recital he had lived again, as it were, every hour of mental agony which he had endured from the moment when he had tricked Pi- erre to his discovery that Donovan had known all the time of that tragedy at the bank.
 Fear, remorse, uncertainty, had assailed him with increa asing strength. Step by step the net of circumstances had been drawn about him. And now the inevitable crisisl The dangers between which | he must choose were appalling. An other touch and the ambitious bank clerk would become a des- perate animal ready to kill or be killed.
 Well, what are We going to do?" he demanded at last.
 What would you suggest?" ask ed Donovan with grim humor.
 We've got to go some place where I can lay low until this Or chard Hill bank affair blows over"
 Exactly. Once your innocent fa- ther- -in-law is convicted and hung you'll be safe, heh?"
 What else can I do?" snarled Bruce. "It's him or me, ain't it?7
 Donovan rose to his feet. Come on. We've spent more time now with this palaver than we had any right to.
 Where are we going2" cried Bruce, leaping to his feet.
 ITO Dripping Spring first, then to Red Butte"
 Not mel" shouted the other furiously. "You'll never get me back to Red Butte to be arrested for murder"
 He glared defiantly at the older man who, his patience exhausted had already started toward the