White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1932-11-10

most engaging smile. Did you know
your purchaser"
"Never laid eyes on him before He
just blew in and said he wanted to
buy a car. l showed him new eight
we'd just got in, and he counted out
the money, climbed in and drove off,
just like that" with snap of his
fingers.
Gould you describe the man?'
"Yes, in general way; medium
sized and height, somewhere along in
his thirties, I'd say, light Completed,
sandy hair, smooth face, fairly we'll
dressed. Nothing wrong, is there?"
"Er-we don't know-yet," Mark
ham said. "You say he drove away
at once? How about the license
plates?"
II lent him pair Of my own
Dealers plates, you know. He said
he'd be in his home state In a day or
so and didn't want to buy Missouri
license for such short time. Said
he'd send my plates back to me when
he got home"
"Well, where are we now?" Lands
asked, as they returned to the hotel.
Cup in the air again." Markham re-
| piled shortly. IF your guess is right,
there was probably another bank
smash last night, somewhere; but if
there was, it may have been either
east, west, north or south. We're
stuck again until we can get hold of
a news WIRE"
Landis' inspirational prediction Of
the night before HAD startling con-
firmation. The night operator at one
of the railway stations had just come
in, and he brought the news. A bank
in small town some fifty miles west
had been blown up early in the night;
and again, so the wire report said, the
explosion had not awakened people.
"Well, 1 guess that knocks the last,
lingering doubt for the count" was
Markham's comment upon the rail
road telegrapher's story of the latest
foray. "The two who took the train
dropped off at the agreed-upon place,
and the other drove the new Fleet
wing. Finish your coffee and We'll
check up on the guess"
A ninety-minute run brought them
to the scene of the latest raid, the
market town Of a farming community.
At the railroad station they ques-
toned the agent. The mans answers
confirmed Markhams guess. Two
men, carrying suit cases and some
thing that the agent thought was a
camera, had arrived on the local train
Of the previous afternoon, and, instead
of going uptown, took waiting auto
and drove away.
''This was late in the afternoon,
wasn't it?' Markham asked.
"Along about dusk. Forty-three was
held up by freight wreck and she
was away late"
They took their leave. When they
were again whipping the miles to the
rear, Markham said, Simple enough,
isn't it?"
Perfectly. They drove away and
waited until the town was asleep.
Their job done, they went on west
for a guess. That's the way they've
| DGGu all ulOllSs VIC VIC DSSA
missing one bet as we came along,
Wally; the names of these three men.
We could have got them from the
Terre Haute sheriff, or from the auto
dealer in Chillicothe."
"Nothing to that. If they're the
crooks we think they are, they'd use
aliases, Of course; and different ones
in different places"
mo, you're wrong there. SO far as
we've been able to learn, they have
been posing consistently as three
business men from Louisville right
2 from the beginning. And you'll re-
member that two Of them gave the
Chillicothe garage man Louisville
address to which he could wire"
THAT'S so; I'd forgotten that. It's
either a clean slate, or the nerviest
bluff that was ever put up Overland
I'm still believing it's bluff"
! Lnquiring as they went, they heard
! no word Of Fleetwing Eight until
they reached st. Joseph. But here
the submerged trail came to the sur
face again. A garage mans mem
/ oranda showed that new Fleetwing
Eight had stopped for gas. Driving
f on into the city, and to hotel, they
t found that three west-bound tourists
hailing from Louisville, had come iI
shortly after midnight and had gone
v Immediately to bed. They hat
! checked out after breakfast and hat
y resumed their journey.
q Looking up the names signed In The
b register, Markham made a note o.
t them; and a little later wire of in
quiry went to the cashier Of Louis
+ vile bank. The answer was in thu
!. nature of sudden bucketing of colo
water.
q Here's where we get it in thu
nose," said Markham with sheepisl
4 grin. as he handed the telegram t,
# Lands.
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