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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 28, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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A FLAW IN THE PLAN
By G. F. Ferris
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
The decision to steal-came to Davis
as the result of months of" reflection.
It could not be said to be the result
of impulse. There was not the slight
est extenuation. Calmly and me
thodically Davis made up his mind
to take the five or six thousand dol
lars' worth of bills which would pass
through his hands on the following
Saturday.
The money was taken out of the
bank on Saturday morning and
placed in the safe. During the morn
ing Davis and Harvey, 'the cashier,
made out the envelopes. Harvey
handed Davis the bills to place in
each envelope. Harvey was short
sighted and there was a card index
box between them. Nothing would
be easier than for Davis to place the
empty envelope in the safe and slip
the bills into his pocket The sal
aries would be paid between 4 and
5. Davis' theft would remain un
detected from 1, when he went out
to lunch, until 4.
Davis was not a bad man. but his
mind was warped. He believed him
self to fae the victim of social injus
tice. He had laid his plans with the
utmost assurance. At 1 he would
leave the office, at 2:30 he would sail
on board the Boadicea for Buenos
Aires. With the last penny of his sav
ings he had engaged a passage for
England on board the Laodicea,
which left at 3. lie had lingered just
long enough in the steamship office
and asked just enough questions to
impress his identity upon the clerk,
and raise a lingering; interest which
might, under circumstances, become
an active suspicion. He had given a
fictitious name and inquired about
wireless. He felt quite sure that he
could carrv out his coup in this man
ner. Nobody would imagine that he
was on his way to South America.
Davis was 29 and he had been with 1
the corporation seven years, waiting
patiently for his chance. His salary
had crept up to $27.50 and stuck
there two years. Promotion would
not have to wait upon Harvey. There
had been the assistant managership
of the auditing department, which
should have gone to him. Old
Krebs, the president, had lined him
up with two younger members of the
force, looked the three over, snorted
and given the position to the young
est of all, the dandified Kramer. At
present there was the likelihood of a
2eS?W il h P I 1 i '
"I Wish I Could Stay, Sir," He Con
tinued. vacancy in the managership of the
exporting department. Cohen, the
present manager, had told Davis in
strict confidence that he was leav
ing; he had had a better offer.
"Say, Davis, know why old Krebs
turned you down before?" he asked.
"Spruce up, old man. Don't be a
sloven. Get a $50-suit and tickle the
old man's pride. And say! Ever no
tice that your cuffs are frayed?
Tickle the old man, make mm think
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