The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-22
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The men who had been ape pointed to appraise and con- serve his assets looked at the dif- ferent things they found in the box with varying stages of inter est. And ct last one of them pulled a scratch pad over to his side, scrubbed down some notes, and then reached for Q telephone.
 He called the number of Dovers largest bank, and when he got 1t he said, let me talk to MT. Hughes in the bond department" And when MT. Hughes got on the wire he said, Hughes - this is Bert Thompson. I've got some bonds here and I think there's something phony about 'enn some where. Can you give me a report on 'em2
 "Okay. Here they are. Five per cent gold bonds of the Atlas and Iron River Railroad. issued 1928, $500 denomination. Serial numbers 13560 to 1358o, inclu- sive. Will you check on 'em and let me know? Thanks
 He hung up and turned to the man who sat across the desk. That man said, Whats the mat ter- Strike something?"
 T don't know" said Thomp- son. welsh kept his securities in that other box, over at the First National. I'm just kind of curious to know why he had these salted away here, that's all"
 A few minutes later his phone rang. He answered, said, Yeah yeah, see Thanks lot" and hung up. He turned to his colleague and tapped the desk softly with little sheaf of bonds.
 Well" he said, T knew some thing"
 "So?"
 "Yeah. These bonds here were stolen from the National Bank of Neola you know, that little town downstate2 - about month and a half ago in a holdup."
 The other man raised his eye brows.
 NO trace of 'em since" con- tinucd Thompson. Here they are tucked away in Welsh's safety deposit box"
 well" said the other, T ex- pect you'd better give the police buzz. hadn't you?"
 Thompson nodded. Then he happened to think of something.
 Say" he said, "the federal men have been working on that case. It's supposed to be one of Red Jackson's robberies. re- member reading about 1t. be- lieve I'll give their local office a call"
 And so, half an hour later, Larry Glenn came into the ofiice, looked at the bonds, made notes, and heard the story. And half an hour after that he was back in his own office, taking counsel with Mike Hagan, sergeant in the Dover detective force.
 "Who was this Welsh anyway" he asked. Who'd he be apt to be dealing with that'd slip him pack age like this?"
 Most anybody. He was a fixer, see-a high-grade fixer. He col- lected for"-Mike gulped the red dened slightly - flor the police big shots. Any racketeer in Dover might've handed them to him."
 Larry looked at the sip of paper on which he had written the description of the bonds.
 "Hot bonds," he said med1ta- lively. Good as can be. even- tually, but poison to put on the market right now. Did you ever hear that Welsh acted as fence for securities of this kind?"
 Hagan shook his head.
 That wasn't his line" he said. I'd say he probably got 'em from some racketeer or other who hap pened to be stuck with 'em. Knuckles had contacts all around. He wouldn't have expected to keep 'em very long. Most likely he just salted 'cm away here until he got 8 chance to shove them through some regular fence."
 Then he probably got them just recently?"
 Undoubtedly. I'd say within the week, most likely"
 Larry looked thoughtfully at the sheet of paper.
 That's a pretty good-sized wad," he said at last. These bonds have a face value of $l4,-