The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1931-02-06

as he has good Scots head on top
of his shoulders, it's possible"
"Were you expecting him to come
right back to you, Robert, or whatT'
demanded his sister.
81 left that" Robert Macbeth said
rather sullenly. ito his discretion
Roberta laughed again, "Oh, he's
discreet enough, Father. You're safe
in trusting his discretion, as far as
his own skin or interests are con-
cerned."
Lady Sandison fixed her niece with
a steely eye, "rm no so sure. It's no
discretion the Sandison family have
been famed for. Far, far from 1t.
Where is he now, Rob Macbeth"
SLOW should l known" Macbeth
countered irritatedly. "He can, as you
say, look after HIMSELF
But I'm his own mind he was think
ing with an anxiety that amazed him,
Why doesn't he come home, since his
program has been cut to pieces?
Sir George went slowly up the tow
path. He was not easy in his mind.
He had not allowed for an open attack
on the bank this morning, concentrate
ing the attention of the public and the
police on him.
Some one had undoubtedly given the
other side a hint, and it had evidently
been their aim to get the money before
It left the bank. The question was,
since that attempt had failed, did they
know he was scheduled to collect the
payroll money from the bank today?
1t was a difficult problem, for If the
desperate gang really knew his errand
he would be doing very foolhardy
thing in walking up the towpath alone.
He found it hard to believe that they
could know positively and was fully
persuaded that the chances were
against their conceiving that he would
venture alone with such a sum of
money on his person. Anyway, Ray
Browne was on the lookout. He was
not really alone.
He was exceedingly troubled by the
fact that his mind continually swung
round to the thought that Roberta
might be tangled up in this. Why it
should he did not quite understand,
except that his suspicion of this man
who had been lurking about her con-
tinued to worry him. Her attitude Of
distrust and some of her hints as to
his own bad reputation made him sure
that some one was slandering him,
but who would take the trouble, and
why, he could not comprehend.
All the way up from the bank to
the car, as agreed, and his walk up
the towpath had begun, he had been
wondering whether he was a wise
man, or a fool persevering in his
folly. His doubts returned to him
now strongly. Suppose he was not
met by Ray Browne, as they had
planned?
He decided that his Imagination was
working overtime because he was hum
CRY. He took out package of sand
wiches, which Lady Sandison had had
the cook prepare for him, and un-
one hand in his pocket, resting against
a pistol, he began to MUNICH it.
There was something like joy In
his heart, for here in this quiet place,
where. he had least looked for it, ad-
venture had come, and might even
now be lurking round the next corner.
He looked ahead sharply and then
behind him.
In front nothing, but behind him a
canoe was coming along the canal,
propelled by swift strokes. He
marched steadily on until he came to
a little bridge which spanned the
canal. He walked under it, close to
the stone wall of the embankment on
which it rested. He could see both
up and down now. He took out an
other sandwich and began eating it.
The canoe came nearer and he could
see the young man in it twist around,