The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-07-22
BY oREN ARNOLD
.opYaronr. 1888. MEA sERvcE. INC.

 shooting. All Quait could do was grab a part of the money and "scram." Even then he had been captured, tried. sentenced to pris- on for life.
 He had escaped because he was an artist at escaping, just as he was an artist at opening windows, doors. locks. When he had found himself with almost $l5,000 Tn hand after the pay roll holdup, he had capitalized on his mining knowledge, slipped by night to the abandoned town of Goldcrest and "deposited" most of his money in the Goldcrest bank itself. No- body ever came to Goldcrest. He had meant to hide there until the excitement about the robbery had subsided, but he had become lonely. He didn't know the vault combination, but he didn't need to. It would serve to keep any chance prowler out and he him. self could open it in half an hour any time, he knew.
 He was relying on his ability at picking locks and working combi- nations when he had come to Gold crest today in broad daylight. As one of a group of people he would hardly be noticed individually. The old man at the highway turmoil had told him the vault remained closed and locked. All he had to do now was leave the crowd of college folk
 slip to the bank unobserved, take out his money and go on his way
 with 1t. Perhaps he could even take
 most of it with him at once, ne
 thought daringly. His umbrella and coat would help conceal the burlar
 bag until he could reach his car
 three or four blocks down the street
 All these details he had planned
 before he entered the bank door, but once he was inside he dropped his
 casual manner and almost ran tc
 the vault. In a second or two he was
 twisting the heavy dial of the com
 bination, his left ear pressed to the
 steel door.
 When Christine Palmer saw the
 odd Professor" York depart from
 the crowd, and then saw Franklin
 Larraway step out to follow him, she was almost pertified with fear. Franklin" she called
 But he didn't hear. Christine
 looked at the, old bank building
 Professor" York had gone inside
 Franklin walked directly towart
 it and, moving cautiously, himselI
 stepped through the front door. "O-o-oh!" breathed Christine , frantic now. She was gripping tht back of a rustic chair that stoot , near her. Then someone took | to sit on, and Christine looked quickly around Nobody else hat noticed. Nobody saw what sht , saw. Nobody else knew that Franklin Larraway had gone intc
 the bank alone. to try to capture desperate bandit and murderer This crowd of college folk was toe
 intent on food and laughter and
 conversation to notice the frenzy : in her eyes.
 She looked from them back to
 the street.
 Franklin and Dick had a pistol
 hidden in the bank, she knew She knew they slept there alter
 nately every night now. If it really was the outlaw at last - and il ! Franklin could get to the gur first oh! She felt her heart
 pounding. She wanted to scream , for help. She knew Franklin wa!
 in danger she knew 1t and wal powerless!
 And yet, she didn't know post. lively, of course. She had merely deduced it from the strange look in Franklin's eyes. Had he recog- nized the man Quait, posing as a : professor? She was sure he had : Still she couldn't call out an alarm , that would excite all Roselee's : paying guests, perhaps unneces- : sarily She didn't know what to , do! Franklin!" she muttered : again, inadequately.
 Then without further thinking about 1t, Christine herself darted through the hotel door and ran down the old ghost town street She continued running until she paused for deep breath at the bank door. She leaned to look in