The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-11-27
TIL E LADY is
II RECKLESS
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BY ROB EDEN
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there wasn't any reason to worry
about Bob. He was quite capable
OF taking care Of himself. she was
sure Of that.
He certainly waG smart enough
and alert enough not to be caught
in any traps that Fenwick or his
henchmen might set for him.
She felt better when she thought
Of that, although she couldn't rid
herself entirely OF the gnawing
worry In the back Of her head.
Light Rap
Finally, there was a light rap
at the door and she flung it open.
to find Tony standing grinning,
small bag partially hidden under
his coat.
Il got err" he announced. proud
ly. walking into the room. She
quickly closed the door.
you took 20 long"
Had some trouble, Miss. Every
time I started workin' on that
check stand. somebody showed up
and had to pretend like I was
doin' somethin' else. The box was
tougher'n / thought, too. Them
things look awful simple. but they
amt. Course, 1t wouida been
cinch II they hadn't been nobody
walkin' In on me all the time"
steel Box
The catch on the steel box was
broken where Tony had forced 1t
for Shore, and the top swung back
easily In Jill's hands. At Tony's
insistence she took out the bonds
and counted them. counted them
twice to be sure there was no mis-
take. The total came to 1875.
Holy Gee!" Tony CALCULATED.
"A 1875 gees! They're all thousand
dollar bonds, amt they?"
YES" Jill answered, and won
dered why she didn't feel a thrill
at having such a vast fortune in
her hands, a fortune that was
legally hers. The answer. Of course.
was Bob Brock. II he had been
there with her. II even she knew
for certain that he was safe.
The thought sent her to the
phone again. but the calls brought
no response. He wasn't at any Of
the places he said she always could
reach him. Where was he?
Tony asked II he could see the
bonds and she handed the pile over
to him. He amused himself by
counting them and sorting them
into two piles, while the girl, Sec
ing the white envelope In the bot
tom Of the box, took 1t out and
opened II. This was the confession.
One Thing
The one thing that Bob was 30
eager to get. The thing that would
clinch his case against Fenwick.
curiously. she opened it, The ink
on the paper had faded some, but
1t was perfectly legible.
The letters were scrawling ones,
and she had some difficulty In de-
ciphering some Of the words, but
the general tenor was clear. There
was no mistake about that.
Peter Fenwick had set down In
detail how he had robbed the
clients Of Macquerry and Fenwick,
what he had done with the money.
He specifically absolved his part
ner, Thomas Macquerry, of all
blame in the matter and said the
guilt was entirely his and he was
ready to pay the penalty.
At the bottom was the sprawling
signature. Peter Fenwick." It
differed somewhat from the sigma
ture on the check In her purse.
The check chatfield had handed
her when she quit her job as up
stairs maid in the Fenwick home.
they undoubtedly were written by
the same man.
She was certain there would be
no question II the two signatures
were submitted to handwriting ex-
perts.
She replaced the paper in the
envelope and put 1t in her purse.
well. Tony. ] guess it's bed
time. You come back in the MORN
ing. and I'll 90 down to the bank
and get your money for YOU" She
arose from her chair and walked
toward the door to show her visitor
tout.
The little man sat firmly in his
chair.
'Nothin' doin'. Miss he said.
emphaticaIly. Il amt ssyin' you
amt on the level, understand, but
I amt ieayin' this room and them
bonds tin We goes to the bank to
get the dough. See ?" He thrust
out his chin determinedly.
"But you can't stay here.. she
protested.
who says / can't? I sure can't
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