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154 "It is not likely. He is too afraid of arrest," said the young electrician.

"While the policeman tried the door to see if it was unlocked, Franklin once more peered into the window. As he did so, Andy Gresson came down stairs, lamp in hand, with his wife behind him.

"Oh, Andy, I beg of you not to take that money!" cried Mrs. Gresson, tearfully. "I know you will only drink it up!"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up, Mary?" snarled the man, turning upon her fiercely. "I know what is best, and I don't drink any more than is good for me."

As he spoke, he set the lamp down the table, and then drew from his pocket a large and well-worn wallet.

"Here, I won't take your pocketbook," he said, as he opened the wallet and extracted a roll of bills from it. "Sixty dollars, sure enough," he went on, as he counted out the bills on the table.

He had hardly uttered the words when Mrs. Gresson gave a shriek of alarm. The policeman had opened the door and entered the kitchen, followed by Franklin.

Andy Gresson turned at his wife's cry, and then stared at the new-comers in mute astonishment. His surprise was complete, and for the moment he could not move hand or foot.

"You are Andy Gresson, I believe," said the po-