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eye, ' decided Simposn.
Therewith he betook himself to his
lefty eerie. It was not pleasant; it
was not comfortable. The grills act
ed as ventilators and there was a
draft and the place was chill and
musty. One day nothing. Two days
same condition. Three days oh!
success at last!
It was at the noon hour that the
great discovery was made. Ever and
always Simpson had kept his gaze
fixed upon the currency pen, for was
it not to that section of the bank that
the missing money belonged?
What he saw was Roy Desbrough
pass from his desk and go by the in
ner end of the enclosure on his way
to lunch. As he did this he decreased
his gait. As he reached a little slot
in the high wire netting -through
which were taken and given out notes
and other documents, the detective
saw Miss Burrows cast a furtive, hur
ried glance all about her. Then she
drew a letter from her pocket. She
shot it through the slot with the pre
cipitation and manner of a guilty
person. In a flash young Desbrough
seized it, thrust it into his own pocket
and passed on.
The utterance of the triumphant
detective announced success. The
little episode explained everything.
This, then, was how the robberies
were done! There would be another
amount missing when the cash was
This was like saying "Get up!" to
a horse. Simpson got up. He scram
bled across the rafters. He nearly
fell down the itairs leaving the dark
and dreary loft He got to the street
in time to overtake Desbrough.
Simpson followed the young bank
man into a restaurant, shadowed him
thence to the street Then at a con
venient doorway he deftly edged him
off the pavement
"Hello!" hailed Roy. "What's the
idea of so much roughness?"
t j "Want, to see.you," was the brisk
Roy did see a coat lapel thrust
back, a seven-pointed silver badge
flashed into view.
"Detective, eh?" smiled Roy, quiet
ly. "Where's my interest?" j
"Want to make no commotion j,
spare you if I can," breathed Simpya
son in a hoarse whisper.
"Where's the use?"
"Question to ask."
"Letter in your pocket righ
there," and Simpson smartly tappe
Via onftf -nrl-iaia Yta IrnOTir TlO lattai
from the pretty currency pen rejj
posed. "Treasure "
Ah, a treasure, indeed, was the
writer of that missive! Roy's eyes,
glowed at the thought Then he won.
dered what this bold stranger had to,
do alout it
"Save time, trouble, giving it up,'j
"Well, I guess not," shouted Roy,
on fire at once. "Why, you misery
able meddler " and then ho.
j checked himself as an enlightening,
thought came to his mind. Sav
you don't mean to say that you con-
nect Miss Burrows or myself with
those robberies?" he exploded for-,
"Letter!" uttered the sleuth, signif
Then Roy laughed. Then he took,
out the missive in question, removed
its inclpsure, read its contents and
handed the sheet to Simpson. f
"Dear Roy," it read, "uncle is crossf
so you had better defer your call untiL
Thursday. Elfrida." f
"Um-m!" muttered Simpson in
tones of mingled disappointment and!
chagrin. "False train. Wrong clue.
"I sjuess so," nodded Roy, "if you
are tlying to connect that estimable,
young lady with the disappearance,
of those money packages."
Pettigrew Simpson felt persuaded,
that his usefulness in the present cas&
was at an end. He allowed Roy to.
I depart without further question. He