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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"

I've
left my men on guard. I 'phoned for some more men, and notified
headquarters."
"He's not in the grounds," said Godfrey. "He went out by the gate,"
and he told of Hinman's discovery.
"I'll stretch a net over the whole Bronx," said Simmonds. "I don't see
how a fellow dressed as he is can get away," and he hastened off to do
some more telephoning.
"Well, we can't do anything," said Godfrey, "so we might as well rest
awhile," and he passed into the library and dropped into a chair.
I followed him, but as I sat down and glanced about the room I saw
something that fairly jerked me to my feet.
A section of the shelving had been swung forward, and behind it the
door of the safe stood open.
In an instant, I had flung myself on my knees before it, groped for
the locked drawer, pulled it out, and hurried with it to the table.
The five packets of money were gone.
"What is it, Lester?" asked Godfrey, at my side.
"There was--fifty thousand dollars--in money in--this drawer," I
answered, trying to speak coherently.
Godfrey took the drawer from my hands and examined its contents.
"Well, it isn't there now," he said, and replaced the drawer in the
safe.


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