The Argosy, Vol. 84 No. 2 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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Author of “From Dusk to Dark,’’ “‘ Four Speeds for Forest Hill,’’ ete. SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS ALREADY PRINTED. BRUCE EVANS, engaged to Ellen Randolph, gets a mere pittance at the bank where he is one of the bookkeepers. In a mix-up over a missing key to the stamp-drawer, Evans loses his temper and lets fall some words about Mercer, the head bookkeeper, having got his job because Wilbridge, a big depositor, happens to be an uncle of his. Instead of getting a call-down for his temerity, Wheelock, the cashier, invites him out to his home to dinner and Mercer takes him to his club for lunch. Ther * “heelock promises him promotion to an assistant paying tellership. More, he suggests that he mak- alittle money on the side by investing in Tubular Brass, and even gives him a check for one thou and two hundred dollars, instructing him to take out the cash for it and carry it down to a brokerage firm. This, still wondering, Evans does; but at closing that night Adams asks him to help him in tallying’up for the day, and Bruce is horrified to find no check of Wheelock’s to offset the one thousand two hundred dollars he has taken out of the bank funds. : CHAPTER VII. A NIGHT OF HORROR. = OME on out of it, old man. Six- fifty. I don’t want to take the night to this job.” Adams had before him the totals of the cash count by the tellers. ‘““What’s next?”? he added more impa- tiently, looking up at Evans, who sat fumbling through the last half-dozen checks and staring at them as if they were ghosts of a man he had murdered. “That’s all,” Bruce replied in a scared whisper. “All. Great Scott! I’m twelve hundred out? You don’t tell me I can generally keep track of the figures as I run them through.”’ He jerked the lever that would stamp the total and pulled at the strip. ‘“ Why— you’re twelve hundred short!” he exclaimed. ‘I thought you said that was all.” But Evans, with his head whirling, his fingers shaking so that he could hardly hold the bundle ‘through which he was rapidly ttirning over one check after the other, did not look up. ‘“What’s the matter?”’ Adams asked. “{—I don’t know,” Bruce answered huskily. ‘“‘ There’s another check—for twelve hundréd. I cashed it myself. I had Meyer’s place for a few minutes after—opening.”’ This story began in the Deeember Argosy. 284 ~ NOOK (C©