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A MENTAL TWIST -
By Frank Filson.
f Copyright b W. G. Chapman.)
At half-past -twelve Littlefield
stepped out of the teller's cage with
his bag in his hand Inside the bag
were eight thousand dollars in bills.
The loss would not be discovered un
til half-past one, for certain reasons
which Littlefield knew intimately,
"Well, Mr. Littlefield, You Don't Look
and by that time Littlefield would be
on his way south.
He had made all his calculations
and .had no regrets. He had slaved
for the Eighth National for seven
years, and he was now drawing a
beggarly fifteen hundred, with no
prospects of a raise. Johnson, the
manager did not like him. Sleigh,
the paying teller, had been with the
bank since boyhood; he was an old
stick-in-the-mud and would die in
harness there. The road to promo
tion was blocked, and, if it were not,
there was no chance for Littlefield,
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Littlefield had studied the man and
wondered why he hated him so. He
could not even speak civilly to him.
Littlefield had been expecting his dis
missal since the first of the year;
however, he had stuck it out for
Lucy's sake. But when Lucy Merritt
went back on him
It was a foolish quarrel, but she
had given him back his ring and told
him she never wanted to see him
again. He could not remember what
they had quarreled about. At first
Littlefield had been overwhelmed;
but then he began to accept it as part
of the grudge fate seemed to have
And, once he had begun to believe
himself a victim of destiny, he lost
all moral sense. He was alone in the
world, and now that he had lost Lucy
he meant to make amends to himself
at the bank's expense.
He had reached the door when the
porter came up to him.
"Mr. Johnson wants to see you,
Mr. Littlefield," he said.
There was a significant look upon
the man's face. Littlefield had a wild
impulse to bolt for the door. Instead
of that he stood looking speechlessly
at Jacks. Jacks' face grew sterner.
"At once, sir, he said," he con
tinued. Littlefield resolved to brazen it
out. He could see at a glance that
flight was hopeless. He could never
escape with the bag in his hand, nor
could he throw it away, packed as it
was with bills of small denomina
tions, which he had carefully ab
stracted in such a manner as to leave
no trace of the theft until the money
He turned and made his way into
Johnson's office. As he reached the
door he saw Sleigh emerge. Sleigh's
face looked sterner than Jacks'. He
spoke to Littlefield as he met him.
"I guess there's a surprise coming
to you, Littlefield," he said grimly.
Littlefield shrugged his shoulders
and went into the office. Johnson
was seated at a table facing him.