The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1937-03-13
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Sssssss1Ess BY ROBERT DICKSON

appear at q moment when profane
questions were being asked as to
his whereabouts.
It was OF. Saturday afternoon,
Three Of his friends were gath
cred In the apartment which Carlo
had frequently visited. They were
rolling dice without enthusiasm.
At q proper signal from the
doorbell one o. the men opened
the door and fourth man entered.
He 1t was who had acted as chair
man Of the last meeting which
Carlo attended In these rooms.
"Well, four j ou I something"
he said, slamming the door. "That
Stellicci rat has beat 1t. That's
why we haven't got any answer
when we called his garage. The
two tramps who worked for him
have scrammed too, guess. I
telephoned the police out there
from o both at the corner; told
them was American Express and
we couldn't find Stellacci TO de-
liver q package Of auto parts.
Asked them If they could tell me
anything. The cop I talked with
said they'd like to know where he
Is, too. So I guess that tells the
story. He got scared somehow and
ran.
"The four Of us can do the Job.
One car instead of two. One man
outside, three inside. What was
the layout Stellicci gave us? Park
at that door on the side street, he
said. Come out that door, into the
car, straight down that street
What was that next turn2"
No one remembered the answer.
They had depended on Carlo and
his men more than they had APP
preciated. And all knew the dam
ger Of attempting the Job without
an easy route for escape.
They grew profane as they
called on Providence to deliver
Carlo Stellicci into their hands.
And then the doorbell rang with
the answ' to their supplica lions.
Carlo Stellicci entered. An abject
Carlo. A needy Carlo.
A Carlo who knew not where
else to look for funds.
When the Osborn car stopped In
front Of the house, Bruce McDougall
was ready. Turning out the lights
and pulling on his overcoat, he ran
downstairs, patting his pockets In O
quick inventory. Keys, cigarets,
change, wallet-darn the luckl He
had forgotten to 60 to the bank
this morning and cash o check on
his new account. Now he. had only
bit Of silver, and faced q Sunday
broke. What II Dorothy Osborn
cared to see movie tonight?
But as he walked toward the car
he remembered having heard some
one--Mike, probably -- remark that
the Bobbs Neck Bank was open on
Saturday evenings, largely for the
convenience Of shopkeepers who
wished to deposit the receipts OF
their heaviest selling day. He'd ask
Dorothy to stop at the bank; 1t
would take only moment.
Introduced to Mrs. Osborn, Nc
Dougall climbed In beside Dorothy
and she turned the car.
I'VE have just one stop to
make" she said. II hope you
won't mind waiting o moment
while Mother gets something on
Main street."
"As matter Of fact" said Nc
Dougall, II have an errand. too,
and I'll do 1t while you're stop
ping for Mrs. Osborn. / want to
dash into the bank"
BobbS Neck was at dinner, and
Main street, soon to be busy with
Saturday night shoppers and
movie-goers, was comparatively
deserted, so that Dorothy found
parking space In front Of the bank
McDougall helped Mrs. Osborn
out Of the car and she disap-
peared into store a door or two
away, while he excused himself
from Dorothy and entered the
bank building.
Inside the street doors was
marble vestibule, where a stair
way gave access to Offices on the
second floor. Beyond was an
other set Of doors, to the bank it.
self, unlocked now for the even
ing's business but closed on the
January weather. About to push
his way through the inner doors,
McDougall fell back.
There was no mistaking the
scene.
-Four men were at another door,
set In a far wall Of the banking
room, the side street entrance.
Three were tugging desperately at
the handle; the fourth, holding a
gun faced the tellers, who stood