The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-07-10
BY OREN ARNOLD 1889, NEA SERVICE. ING.

Mrs. Hogan to come and cook for | us and maybe cook for any guests | who want meals in the Ace High | Hotel" Roselee put in. Who is Mrs. Hogan? She's middle-aged | widow who has been prospec- tor in the hills, and who has often | worked for dad. She'll be here | today" ]
 T think we ought to have some prospectors and Indians and cow- boys around for atmosphere" Christine added, "so I'll see to it, and I'll handle the bookkeeping and the records and do anything else you say"
 The powwow was extremely ser- ious - nobody on earth can be more serious, when the mood strikes them, than ordinarily gay and ebul- lient college youths. And these four were still collegians at heart. They hadn't been out of school month.
 You are not too disappointed, MT. Larraway?" Roselee inquired, after the conference had ended. At our breaking up your sum- mer plans, I mean?"
 q am delightedl had no defi- nite plans"
 Do you want any references? Or anything? I-I never had any body working for me beforel"
 "There'll be labor trouble" Franklin predicted, gravely. T am thinking of going on strike un- less get Saturday night off. wish to take another of your em- ployes to dance"
 Who? What dancer"
 Miss Palmer, here. Surely there's dance somewhere?"
 "There's not any where around here! This is isolated. It's a short run of 94 miles to Boulder Dam, If that helps"
 Besides that, you haven't asked mel" Christine snapped, pretend ing anger. We haven't even met socially!"
 Franklin sighed heavily, still acting. "Ah me, I might have known 1t. Nothing is perfect any more, however sweet the promise. briefly foresaw an idyllic sum- mer, with adventure, money, romance, love all the things of abundant living served to me in reckless abundance. But now - alas!"
 Alas, my footl" Roselee gri- maced at him. breaking his play acting spell. "1'll fire you at once If you don't get to work. l in- tend to be hard-boiled."
 They all had to laugh at her then. If anybody in christendom looked the opposite of hardness and mean- ness, 1t was dainty little Roselee Dale. She came almost to Frank lin's shoulder. She looked slightly plumpish, as If she might be Dicks baby sister. She had a dimple that was as elusive as light, flashing beautifully when you least expected, gone when you didn't want 1t to be.
 Correct" Franklin turned seri- ous now. "What's first2"
 "The money" said Dick.
 "Oh. That's right. I had be- come SO interested in making money out of Goldcrest that I forgot we already had $12,000l" Roseee looked alarmed, without immediate cause. Shouldn't we take 1t in to the sheriff, Dick?" | cta ,,n,,ns ranii,ad that ,ta turn cd automatically to him for advice in that significant moment. It was a precedent that she was to follow more and more.
 "Glor-ree, mol The sheriff's a half days run from here. Be- sides, what's he got that haven't got2 My weight fluctuates mad am, between 200 and POI pounds. I'd like chance of capturing robber. if robber 1t is.'
 Suppose 1t isn't robber2" Christine said. Suppose It's - It's
 "Well, there you arc" said Franklin Larraway. We don't know whose money 1t is Dicks right. A sheriff might just bail up the works So let's figure out something to trap the man or men who put the money there. Mean time. of course, the money should be hidden"
 "1t's under the hotel floor" Dick explained.
 Not safe enough"
 we agreed to bury it," Rose- lee exclaimed. Lets go do 1t nowl"
 "In the old mine shaft" Dick suggested.
 "Okay! Grand"
 They made an expedition of it. all four walking a hundred yards down into the sloping gullet of the long abandoned Goldcrest mine, guided by Dicks pocket fiashlight. The place was earthly of smell, eerie to sec, almost frightening. Nothing more dangerous down here than maybe a scorpion or two," Dick de- clared, confidently. i've already ex- plored it."
 They found a spot, behind an old 8x8 inch post that supported some of the loose rock on the mine shaft ceiling and wall. The shaft was about eight feet high,